Toris's Journal

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Be Sapne, Tesia~
In the Dream, He Continues~

Primasis Straipsnis

Sky ship delayed, due to turbulent weather conditions. No matter: have been looking forward to opportunity to start filling in journal, for the sake of Tėtis and Mama back at the Inn. A bit anxious—never kept a journal before, and can only hope contents aren't too dry. Doubtful of success, but, practice makes perfect, ne? ^^

Starting at the beginning then. Introduction, Toris Laurinaitis, age 19, and of Lithuanian descent. Native to the Floating City of the Winds, specifically the Wind Skirts, and son of Aras Laurinaitis and adopted son of his partner, Tomas. No last name. Aras is Tëtis, and Tomas is Mama. Together, they manage an Inn, the Erelis Lakta, or, Eagle Roost. Till now, my only home.

A few weeks ago, we received a letter. Not just any letter—an acceptance letter, to Vilniaus Universitetas. Vilnius State University. Honestly, came as a complete surprise—true, I filled out an application months ago, after taking an equivalency test, but I never expected... A pipe dream come true for me—Tëtis was a graduate, and always recalled the courses with fondness, if not his peers. He has high hopes for me—I can only hope that I don’t disappoint him.

It’s strange to think that it is my passion for the past that will bring me to my future. Makes me wonder where I left the present. Perhaps it is something I will find, shortly, now that it feels that my life is about to begin.

Ah, ship is boarding. Bus tęsiama~

Toris

(Some point later~)

Ah, no point making another entry. Simply add on to this one. Just got back from dinner in the main cabin—soup night~ Was fairly good, but the bread was a little stale. Ran out of butter, also. Kept mostly to myself, as usual, but did manage to catch some gossip.

There seems to be a concern about piracy, but I doubt there is much need to worry. The bulk of sky-pirate season has passed—most European vessels are heading south, now, for warmer climates. Attack doesn’t seem likely, but the little ones are excited as usual, and spreading the enthusiasm.

Writing from an area top-deck, where the wind is cold but the clouds are gorgeous. The sun is setting, turning the world into shades of orange, red, and violet, and the stars are just about to peek out over the horizon. Twilight on the cloudbank. Mama would love it, if I only had a picture.

It appears that this vessel is not the only one out tonight. I can see a silver shape shimmering in the distance, and getting closer. Strange, it doesn’t look like a commercial air-ship. No official insignia along the hull, and the standard is too far off to make out. Merchants, perhaps? Ne. Too many cannons. Military?

…Dieve.

((Passage ends))

Pirmasis Straipsnis = First Article
Data = Date
Tėtis = Father
Mama = Mom
Bus tęsiama = To be continued
Dieve = Oh god
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Antrasis Straipsnis

Baimės akys didelės.

Dieve, can only hope that’s the case, here.

Against all odds, I am alive. But at a high cost. The purpose for keeping me alive has not yet been revealed to me, at least in full, but the man responsible for my survival...I cannot help but fear him more than I appreciate my fortune. Those violet eyes...

The details of the attack, I cannot go into as I’ll be having nightmares for yea but suffice to say, an attack happened. Men died. Good men. Family men. But not all of them, ačiū Dievui. The pirates spared some, enough to run the ship, as well as the women and children, albeit with little more than the clothes on their back. Less, in some ca

This ship wants a legacy. A story. No survivors, no story. That’s how it was explained. That short, that simple. Net ir dabar, aš noriu pyktis ne žmonių žiaurumu

Dieve, bijau. The cruel thing of being alive is the ability to fear, still. I have much to fear.

Prašome gailestingas Dievas, žiūrėti per mane.

Toris

Baimės akys didelės = Fear’s eyes are large.
Ačiū Dievui = Thank God
Net ir dabar, aš noriu pyktis ne žmonių žiaurumu = Even now, I rage at the cruelty of man.
Dieve, bijau = God, I am afraid
Prašome gailestingas Dievas, žiūrėti per mane. = Please merciful God, watch over me.

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Trečia Straipsnis

There is much to say, but without understanding…

I am not dead. Hopefully, that will not change in the near future. But apparently, I am captain.

Of a ship.

Of a zeppelin.

Of a pirate zeppelin.

Of a sky pirate zeppelin.

Of a sky pirate zeppelin with a Russian.

A crazy Russian.

As first mate.

…

This can go wrong in so many ways I don’t even want to dream of.

Toris

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Ketvirtas Straipsnis

Against my will, I am captain. With Ivan as my backing, and with a gradual overturn of crew, I at least seem to be a somewhat respected one.

I cannot say how much of that, if any, was my doing.

Over the past three months, Ivan has forcibly taught me the things I need to know as a sky pirate. I am still learning, but at least I am not in danger of pulling any more trapdoor levers. Dieve that was terrifying if Ivan hadn’t caught me The mantle of ‘captain’ is still ill-fitting, but Ivan is nothing if not determined.

Correction. Determined, and terrifying.

During my learning process, Ivan has made it crucial to travel all over Europe for new personnel. Only a quarter of the original crew remains, and tomorrow half of those men will be departing. I would join them, if I could, but, as Ivan has been so very, very kind to impress upon me, not only would I be ‘hunted down like the filthy dog your mother gave birth to’ (said with a bright smile, naturally, with omitted words I will not translate from Russian), I would be alone and friendless in a foreign town while the majority of the people in the world that are aware I even existed happen to be convinced that I am dead.

Really, Ivan should take up motivational speaking. It would do the world some wonders.

As it is, I will be leaving the ship, but only on the premise of gathering more for the crew. Ivan has not outright stated that he will be tailing me, but the implication was there. For my own safety, naturally.

Sometimes, I wonder how he can keep a straight face.

Toris