After rescuing the valuable fabric cargo, we were at last on route once again to Lemia. Of course, as fate would have it, we were blown off course again by a storm. This time, though, the ship held fast, and we came through the event unscathed. However, this led to the need to re-provision, and sailed into the nearest port available to us, somewhere along the coast of Jethu - meaning that Lemia was to the south now instead of the east.
We joined the company of sailors in search of food and water, as our party was eager to get off a ship and set foot again on a continental land mass. Although I had enjoyed my time spent in the isles, at least when we were marooned, it did fill my heart with something akin to gladness to be back amidst semi-familiar topography, with flora and fauna that was not so foreign to my experience.
Our dreams of a pure respite were short-lived. We found the river water to be brackish, and the townsfolk confirmed that some foulness up river was ruining their primary water source. This development impacted our ship's ability to secure large quantities of fresh water at market rate, so our company resolved to march up the river and discover the cause of the problem.
But we did not set out until morning, which gave Jace and Soromir ample opportunity to attempt fornication with the sister-women who ran the tavern. Long ago, I extinguished the desire for carnal release, and I have been proactively informed by women and many men o'er these last few seasons that I am not a prime candidate for recreational mating. As I mature, I find myself seeing the value more and more in the lifestyle choices of Elmo the Loon, even though I have an established policy against taking on more of his traits.
I do not believe either gentleman were successful in their pursuit. Fortunately, they are capable of relieving themselves without my assistance, and I hope they will do so discretely.
Entry concluded.
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