Entry 13
Went out to La Noscea. Was worth the sail.Â
Was good to be at the helm of a ship again. With all the backroom deals and cloak-and-dagger drama that is my life now, I forget just how big and carefree the world can be.Â
The salt spray, the wind at your back, the sounds of sailor's cursing; makes me wonder why I stopped sometimes.
But then I went to the orphanage and remembered. Seven years, seven years of hard work and somehow our orphanage still thrives, thanks to the large river of gil I keep directing it's way of course
The kids tackled me the moment I got there and I was forced into playing games before knew what was going on. Hide and seek was fun but the constant presence of the extra security I've hired for the place reminded me of the less than savory matters going on back in Thanalan.
Thankfully, I was able to get some alone time with my son after dinner. Miss Perkins, in her aged wisdom, cleverly seperated me and my boy from the rest and we went to his room to talk.
Twelve bless me, he's grown so much this past cycle. He's twelve now, twelve cycles, can you believe it?! Were has time gone? Just yesterday I seems I had him crying in my arms as a storm rolled through the coast.
And now? He's growing up. He's sharp as a tack and was going on and on about how the doctor we had come teach them anatomy for a few moons had really inspired him and he wants to get into medicine. He's already started filling his shelf with medical books and seems extra interested in the spine of all things
The spine!
Seeing him go on and on, grinning and excited to talk, makes me remember that all this shit I deal with on a daily basis is worth it. Thanks to all this illicit money, my boy and the rest of the orphans here are going to get a shot at any life they want.
It wasn't fun having to explain why I don't come visit them more often though. I think he's starting to figure out that pop's income is less than savory and it's hard to tell your kid to live one way and stay away from drugs, when you're nightly breaking both those rules.Â
But I've decided to stay the night here in my old office. Just a bunk, a chair, and a desk really. But it feels like the coziest room I own anywhere. And right now it feels good to simply feel like I matter to people again.
Went out to La Noscea. Was worth the sail.Â
Was good to be at the helm of a ship again. With all the backroom deals and cloak-and-dagger drama that is my life now, I forget just how big and carefree the world can be.Â
The salt spray, the wind at your back, the sounds of sailor's cursing; makes me wonder why I stopped sometimes.
But then I went to the orphanage and remembered. Seven years, seven years of hard work and somehow our orphanage still thrives, thanks to the large river of gil I keep directing it's way of course
The kids tackled me the moment I got there and I was forced into playing games before knew what was going on. Hide and seek was fun but the constant presence of the extra security I've hired for the place reminded me of the less than savory matters going on back in Thanalan.
Thankfully, I was able to get some alone time with my son after dinner. Miss Perkins, in her aged wisdom, cleverly seperated me and my boy from the rest and we went to his room to talk.
Twelve bless me, he's grown so much this past cycle. He's twelve now, twelve cycles, can you believe it?! Were has time gone? Just yesterday I seems I had him crying in my arms as a storm rolled through the coast.
And now? He's growing up. He's sharp as a tack and was going on and on about how the doctor we had come teach them anatomy for a few moons had really inspired him and he wants to get into medicine. He's already started filling his shelf with medical books and seems extra interested in the spine of all things
The spine!
Seeing him go on and on, grinning and excited to talk, makes me remember that all this shit I deal with on a daily basis is worth it. Thanks to all this illicit money, my boy and the rest of the orphans here are going to get a shot at any life they want.
It wasn't fun having to explain why I don't come visit them more often though. I think he's starting to figure out that pop's income is less than savory and it's hard to tell your kid to live one way and stay away from drugs, when you're nightly breaking both those rules.Â
But I've decided to stay the night here in my old office. Just a bunk, a chair, and a desk really. But it feels like the coziest room I own anywhere. And right now it feels good to simply feel like I matter to people again.
