Celicia Port plus 22
First Mate’s Log
Coalition Calendar Year 477
22 days from port
The air has grown cold, and the seas colder. The men are starting to wonder why we’re so far north. Ordinarily, I would remind them of the reward for delivering our cargo but the hold is filled with nothing but provisions and supplies.
The navigator continues to sleep during the day and stay out on deck all night. I’ve seen enough navigators to know about charts and sextants, but there is something strange about this one’s tools.
Dark clouds are all over the eastern horizon, covering the land we’ve been following. I fully expect the captain to take us out to open seas to avoid its approach.
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