Squid ink smells bad.
It is unlikely that any ship will find us. We're in White Waters, which might as well be the end of the world. No ships sail here. I had thought it was because of the cursed blood corals, but the navigator informed me it was because of these water were unsailable. You can almost walk from an island to another here, the water is so shallow.
The tides and currents shift the sands. I hadn't realized it before, but after looking at the same bay for countless days, I've seen strange things. The sands shift slowly around all the time, and connect islands that earlier weren't connected, and then leaving gaps where there once were necks of land.
Miss James has left us. She constructed a canoe with a sharp rock and some fallen tree, keeping it hidden in the forest from us. I saw her paddle off early one morning, going east, wearing a hat made of wide leaves. Miss James was never wasting her time.
Why don't I function like she does, step forth and take command of my destiny? I feel this bruise still inside me has paralyzed me. I just observe, stare, am content to collect my food from the forest, and then write down these things. I still might be better off than miss Violet.
She tried to destroy her music instrument, the muselaar, after James left. Violet brought a thick branch from the forest and was ready to beat the thing to its death, and I stopped her. Her playing is the only joy in this forsaken corner of the world, and I just have to look at her when she plays to know how much comfort she gets from the music. The fight went to blows. She hits like a dainty lady however.
After the fight, she told me of how her husband had died, sickly and drowned, before our ship had caught up with theirs in the open sea. I feel sorrier for her than I do for myself now. After all, she was really loved. I can't imagine how that must feel, to be loved, and then it ends by death. How can you get over that? She's so young too, and unless she lies her name and her past, she can never marry or have children. She's married to a ghost now, until reincarnation.
That might happen sooner than later.
