Captain's Log Day ... who knows
The boat is quiet now. Bo is sleeping in the crow's nest, he's pretending to sleep at least. The God's know I can't sleep. So I'm just keeping watch ... just as Sparkos used to do.
It is quiet now, waves, the sound of drunks enjoying the night. But I still hear the screams of the statues begging to die, Martins quiet laughter as he saw us, and Sparkos' voice full of anger and rage.
I would be lying if I said that his betrayal comes as a surprise. He is different from the rest of us, especially Bo and me. Reckless, suicidal, selfish. He's good with people, everyone likes him, that's why he was first mate. But in the end, underneath that, he just wanted to do his own thing with no respect for the wellbeing of the rest of the crew. He only saw his way of things and everyone else, who does not agree with him, as weaker. His definition of good and evil being the only acceptable one. He still needs to learn that things are nerver that easy, everything is grey.
Actually, fuck Sparkos. I don't regret the things that I said and I don't think he does either. He committed the worst sort of mutiny and if anything had happened to Bo or Grim, he would be dead now. That mess of a "plan" was doomed to fail adn now a devil is after all of us! I pray to Waukeen that our paths will never cross again because I can't guarantee for anything.
I hope Grim will join us and see Sparkos for what he is. Tomorrow we sail. I don't know where but away from this cursed place.
It's a clear night. The stars are bright and the sea smells of salt and sand. Nothing is keeping me here. Tomorrow will be a good day for a new beginning.