Day 29:
I'll... sing you a-a song... a good song o' the sea...
I must be by the water. I can't leave it. The sound. The sound.
The sound. Water. But I don't thirst it. I thirst sticky, sweet flavours. And pungent flowers and musks.
The images. I think I know them. I hear and see and smell them like my own. They are my own. Surely-
I can't be wrong.
I know that life. I've lived it.
Felt it. Breathed it.
Breathed her.
Him. Them. All of them.
Mother Father Brothers Sisters Uncles Aunties Grandfathers Grandmothers Friends Crew LOVER.
SON.
I know you! I know you all! I remember- I remember!!
Oh.

Hrm. I... Don't sound myself. Maybe...

Maybe I ought to take a drink.

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Day 30:

My name is Charlotte Jane Skinner.
Please, call me Charlie.
I died, aged 28.
I was slain by the law.
I was sentenced to hang from the neck until dead.
I died in the gallows in London.
I was a Captain. I sailed from East to West.
My ship was called The Merry Rose.
I was born on that ship.
My Father was her Captain, before me.
My Father's name was Charles Edward Skinner.
My Mother's name was Mary Rose Cooper.
I had three brothers, and three sisters.
I loved to sing.
I played the fiddle.
I enjoyed smoking and drinking.
And I was a womanizer.
I fell in love with a whore when I was young.
She left me to marry a lord.
And she left me the son she didn't intend to bear.
And I raised him as my own.
I named him Jeremy.
I was given the map to a treasure trove by the son of a historian.
I followed the map with the help of another.
A woman.
Her name was- I shouldn't say.
All I should say, is that I loved her.
Loved her. Until the last.
And then I betrayed her.
I left her behind when we became close.
Because I was afraid of loosing her.
So I lost her.
And I found a whore and stole her away.
The whore told me she had fallen for me.
I let her go free.
She lead me into London, and alerted the guard-
With a kiss.
I was charged for Kidnap, Rape, and Piracy.
Rape didn't stick- lies often don't.
I was hung from the neck until dead.
And the last I heard was a crack.
The last I ever said-
Was that I was sorry.
Not for my crimes.
But for her.
Bones...

I remember, now...
An' now I gots my thoughts in order, this posh talk don't suit me at all, no sir.

Also? I'm a BLOODY DEER.
Whoever reckoned that an afterlife in a smelly old forest, Landlocked and all, was a good idear fer a sailor? If I find him, I'll gut him wi' me bloody tines, I'll tell you what!

This is an outrage! This isn't heaven- It's bloody Hell! I won't stand fer this- no, sir, I shan't. You'll hear more o' me indeed! This en't the last yeh've heard, O' Captain Charlie Skinner!!