Day 3

The captain of this vessel, Soljákþ Hursmann, is one who lives life to its fullest. He talks big, drinks big, eats big. I have yet to see him fight, but when that happens, I have no doubts in his capabilities. He stands a hairs length above me, yet when he speaks he gives an impression not unlike that of a giant. I have noticed him cross from bow to stern in hardly a second, and the ship is not by (^any) means small. One second, I could see him talking to the musician, up on the crows nest. Next second, he was behind me, inquiring the status of tomorrows weather. I have only known him for a week or two, but he gives me confidence that this voyage will be, at the very least, interesting.