It's getting hard to be a first mate.
Keeping morale high seemed like an easy job when we were winning the race. In fact I barely had to work at all. Now I'm having to work very hard to try and keep people motivated. It's a bad time for us. All signs point to us being done for if we stay here, but if we leave I feel like we lose more than just a city. Bo wanted to get away from that Madame person, Sanna seems to have some plans here, and Grim is probably here for a reason. Even in spite of this, Sanna and Bo seem ready to quit. Either they don't want these things as badly as they thought, or they think there's no hope. No hope implies it's my fault, the other thing implies that it's theirs. To be honest, I think it's mine. I can't seem to believe in my words when I say things are ok. They ask how they are and all I can think of is our failures.
I would never admit this to their faces, but I don't think we can do this at all.
I tell them that we can, because I won't let the truth die. Whatever they're here for is worth fighting for. They're my crew and I'd give my one good eye to make sure that they get what they want. Even if I don't know half of the details. It's not like I have any way of getting all my answers anyway. Orryn is dead after all.