I feel alive once more.
Kreshnik could never quite understand my need to be active. He is the kind, perhaps sensibly, to know when it is time to step back and be content with your accomplishments. But here I find myself, among the Company of the Fox, wearing blue instead of red and willing it to be no different.
To be at sea upon The Scarlet Woman once more has been so freeing. To be in a position where she can again sail for the good of Dementlieu is even better.
The rest of the Company set off on rowing boats, while I guided her to find harbour between the cliffs of the Arden Bay.
Here I will wait until Captain de Larose sends further instructions. I wish it was Desirée watching from the crow's nest, though, and not me.
I hope my old crew are happy, these days.