Good news and bad prophecy

13th June 1574

For the first time since we departed from the mining town to accompany Nataniel on his way to inspect our investments, we could finally find enough time to return there. As the calm waves of the Vistula rivers were smashed into smithereens by the constant pushes of the two rotating paddlewheels on the sides of the boat, we were blasting forward like no other ship on this river ever did.

"Mike… This time, I'm almost sure. I missed my time of the month…"

If not for the fact that after the unpleasant experience when the sheds on top of the steam paddler had walls way to thin for the two of us to enjoy each other company to the fullest, we would be incapable of talking about this kind of topics.