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Post by WEEGEE VIROTELLI on Apr 12, 2012 10:12:50 GMT -5
Day One:
It's been a week since I was found on that island, the Isle of Ill-Fortune, as I call it. The crew is, well, amazingly considerate to me. I mean, i may not know how I'm writing, or, for that matter even speaking, but I am, and well, its calming.
The voices in my head started soon after we left, the Doctor, Miss Jessica, was kind enough to try and help me, but nothing she did could stop them. In fact, they locked me in a stockade down below until i could sort things out.
I guess, for my own sake, I should explain myself, in case I forget it all again.
Apparently, I was known on the Isle as Subject 21, no clue as to what I was Subject to, but it must have been the cause of my memory loss, or, maybe the explosion did it. I'm not sure, either way I had no clue who I was, or how I got there, until the crew took me in to search the island, wrapped in rope of course.
We found a safe, among the corpses of what could only be guessed as scientists. And my memory kicked in for a moment, 22-4-7. Something compelled me to get them to open the safe, and the combination worked. Inside was a few folders, one bearing my own face on a photo on its front.
My name is Weegee Vartonis Allenski Virotelli, last of the line of the Virotelli Family of Illusia. My past is unknown, my future uncertain, but the madness in my mind won't cease its churning, and I won't forsake my quest.
I must find out who I truly am, no matter what it requires.
Day Fourteen:
Its been two weeks, sailing comes as naturally to me as breathing, perhaps i was a sailor, or a Pirate. Maybe even a Marine? Who knows, aside from whomeever took me to that Island. Today the Captain gave me a sword, claiming he found it at my side, and had a feeling I would want it back. Of course, the moment I touched the sword it felt like it belonged.
Captain James is a good man, he's explained so much, and, been unbiased as it seems.
He's told me how the Marines work, and though his style doesn't fit with them, he respects what they do, so long as they don't abuse their power. Bounty Hunters, normal people, even pirates were explained to me. Heh, he's been such a help, even sparring with me during spare time, he says I'm a 'natural'. I don't know why though, I'm just doing what feels right.
Day Twenty:
We made shore in Illusia, after a few runs out in Micqueot. I watched as they procured a few 'goods' for the ship. We only take what we need, at least from the 'home area' as James calls it. I have to stop writing, we're being at
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