Three years, three years I have been at sea. Three years, I have made myself a force to be reckoned with. Cities have burnt because of me.
After all of these years, I am going home.
But there is a matter of great concern.
It keeps reappearing, no matter what I do. The first time it appeared, it was covered with sand. After it was thrown overboard, it reappeared on my bed, leaving it soaked.
LOG #6
Three years, three years I have been at sea. Three years, I have made myself a force to be reckoned with. Cities have burnt because of me.
After all of these years, I am going home.
But there is a matter of great concern.
It keeps reappearing, no matter what I do. The first time it appeared, it was covered with sand. After it was thrown overboard, it reappeared on my bed, leaving it soaked.
I suppose dead men really do tell no tales.