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01/08/1122

1st day of the 8th month, 1122

by Poet Laureate Grimwald Von Braunbär

Ocean, as far as the eye can see in all directions. It’s a strange feeling for someone so used to having solid ground under their feet. There are no buildings, trees or landmasses, it’s just a big wet wobbly infinity.
The constant turbulence was churning my stomach, but it’s been a week now, and the sickness seems to have subsided. Now the rocking and the sound of the waves is actually quite calming.
Despite the fact I'm surrounded by the great and the good, it’s actually quite peaceful out here, and dare I say it, I may actually be starting to enjoy sailing…

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