Journal The Log of Captain Kairos

[Samuel Kairos]

Tuesday, October 27, 2015

Happened again tonight. That strange, dreamlike seascape. On the edge of worlds it seems. Cloudy skies, flashing with storm, yet eerily quiet. Just a mere low rumble as the raindrops fell down upon me. Or going up. The sky looked so strangely like sea. No stars to go by. Couldn't find my compass. Waves just barely touching the edge of my ship as she rocked. Giving her a deck a fine and thin layer of water, swaying with her this way and that. Pure blackness in every direction neither up nor down, going off into infinity. The creak of her hull the loudest thing out there, and not a thing visible outside of the soft flow of my lantern.

Is this what happens when I wander too far from the Seven Rivers? Is this the Purgatory that awaits me should I finally accept rest? Is this what awaits the souls I send away? Or is this just a dream like all the others. I intend to finally find out. I sent a message out this time....no responses yet. Maybe I am already a ghost....maybe.

I will see if it is still there in the morning. I can hear her calling for me outside. It always ends with her calling.

-Samuel Kairos.​

 

[Samuel Kairos]

Tuesday, November 3, 2015

We spent the previous night drinking and reveling. Orange glowing on our hides as we danced around the bonfires, the finest Myrrh Ale that could be found gripped tight in hand. There was beautiful fiddling, songs of glory being sung, like one big family. And there I was at the center of it all, pulling the strings like some damned puppet master. Hiding behind that damned mask. Fooling myself. Drinking till my mind was numb, Till I could no longer feel the fear that hollowed me to my bones. Dancing the Danse Macabre in the Masks of the Dead upon their Day. Dancing like we will never die. Dancing like we die tomorrow.

Yes, it was like family. Like I had wanted. A moment of perfect waves before the great storm. That's what I realized this morn, as my head ached and my body groaned with weakness. Distract me as it might, no amount of booze or revelry will sate the twin apocalypses coming this way. The one the societies wish to enact on me and my friends. The one my friends hastened. We are a people caught between a rock and a coffin of our own design. All I can do is watch them sail off on their paths, the cool breeze filling their sails. I hope I will be able to see them again someday. That we will be free to sing merry and drink to bright futures.

That is what I wish, though the horizon right now only seems like darkness and despair. And still I must keep on my mask. Sometimes the wind feels like her touch. Gentle. Fleeting. I think I will go back to sleep now. No good ever comes of entertaining such thoughts. I am sure I will look back on that night as a fond memory. It'll only take some Ale.

-Samuel Kairos​