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I've never seen my own ghost. I don't understand why he came to me. My ghost found me. He tried to steal my soul. I don't know where I am, or what is going to happen to me. But I do know this. It is not safe out there, or in here.

Being here, on this ship, has allowed me time to think. To consider what all of this might mean. I know my friend, Razumikhin, would have told me to embrace this as a chance to start anew. Where broken dreams once lay in poverty, now stands the unknown and mysterious. And I for one am both terrified and curious.

I wondered... Who would perhaps teach me about what I may need to know? I have had much explained about the kitchen, and perhaps a few other things but I am curious to learn more.

I say, I seem to have made a bit of a mess. How does one get soup out of one's trousers?