CHAPTER TWO- Raiders of the Dark Ocean
A new journal.
I start a new journal when I feel an ‘era’ has passed or when I am moving into a new stage of my life. I started a new one when father left on his first trip and I started praying to Besmara for his return. I started a new one when his ship was sunk and all hands were lost, yet Besmara brought him back to me, coughed up out of the sea like a gift from the bitch herself. I started a new one when father died and my chapel was razed to the ground and I left Hell Harbour to travel the world. I started a new one when I was press-ganged aboard the Wormwood (although that was more a necessity as my last one was still in my room at the Riptide Alehouse in Port Blacksand).
Now as I sit here, writing my memoirs it feels right that I start a new book. Really this is still at the beginning- the real story is yet to come but this point is a very important one. This was the point I ceased being Sandara the swab and became Sandara the pirate.