My Mother Would be So Disapointed

I set off the save the world and I end up in jail. I can't help but think of everyone at home, Ma, Pa, my brothers- what would they think of me now? We were relatively isolated from political turmoil; only hearing whispers from different travelers as we made our way down the mountain. I used to chalk the daily dregs of herding and traveling to be overly-cautious. However, now I see that I may have taken those simple pleasures for granted. Now I sit at the bottom of a ship headed to who-knows-where. As I sit and listen to the waves churn, all I can think of is the rolling fields of home.