While I am thankful for peace, I find I am restless. I had hoped that the more time I spent here, the more I would grow accustomed to life here on the station, and yet I cannot help but long for more adventure. I miss the smell of the sea, the ocean winds at my back. I miss the songs sang on my ship, and I miss the drunken dancing when we dropped anchor.
I suppose until something comes along, would anyone fancy meeting me for a few drinks down at Bryn's bar?