Eman Eliforp

I was in the drawing room, heh. Things were very quiet. I liked it this way; the seas were a bit choppy, the sky were a moody black and I think it might rain. A cabin boy informs me that everything is running smoothly, i wanted to throttle the boy, I knew he was lying. I thought it best to get out of my bed. I've been in bed so long now that my ankles, between my toes, up my legs and a little under my armpits are all caked in a layer of muck.