The little locket doesn't cry anymore: she knows we be coming for her.
This be the eve of the New Year. What me thinks I cast away, seems to be emerging from the shadows in some new form I can recall and use. This be not just a tale of loss and abandonment; it be a tale of recognizing outlines and landmarks in order to find one's bearings. The past will surely find us. And how will we be when it does?
On deck the crew be shoutin' their New Years' Resolutions! "Plenty O grog! Aye! Plenty O treasure! Aye matey! More lovin'! Yo Ho ho!" Their laughter fills the sails as we journey onward. Meself, I make no such resolutions. Me list is a Vision list: how do I make lasting changes? No mere to do list, but a to -be list. On our way to this night, I had such fear of failure and insecurity on where we be headed and why. This New Year fills me with hope. Christmas brought us miracles: they were there to reinstate me faith. This be me course. I do not know why I be headed to the key in Key West, but I move towards the Key with new resolve. Perhaps it be not the destination, but the journey.
LaGrange be makin' notations in the Waggoner while the seacat yawns and stretches nearby on the desk.
-Captain Morgan La Fey
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