1852 July 12 – Liverpool, England

Hey Diary, Today, Liverpool greeted me with its salty sea breeze and the promise of adventure. And who better to share it with than Jack Turner, a sailor with the charm of a rogue and a grin that could launch a thousand ships.

Jack, with his weathered cap and tales of the sea, was a sight for sore eyes. We met at the docks, among the hustle of merchants and the cries of seagulls. He's a man who's seen the world, and every word he spoke was like a page from a mariner's legend.

We toured the docks, with Jack pointing out ships he'd sailed and storms he'd braved. His stories were as captivating as the ocean he adored. I threw in a few of my own, carefully omitting the part where I can actually fly and teleport. Gotta keep some mystery, right?

As the sun dipped low, we found ourselves at a dockside tavern, the kind of place where every sailor has a story, and every story is a toast. Our banter was easy, our laughter loud, and the ale? Well, let's just say it flowed more freely than the Mersey River.

The night led to an exchange of not just stories but glances and touches. There's something about a sailor's rugged charm that's impossible to resist. We shared a moment as intense as a storm at sea, a connection as deep as the ocean.

Till the next tide, Tak

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