Allo

Either we aren't popular or no one really knows about us. Or both. Whatever.
Um...So, we got lost a few days ago, but we came across a shipyard. Man, I'll tell you those things are creepy. Of course, Baina wanted to explore the area, but nasty creatures lurk in those areas. Besides, I felt like I was being watched by the dead. We followed it for a little while before coming across some shore. I'm not sure where we are in relation to places many of you would know, but it's nice here.

Baina is one of change and I, willingly admit, that I am not.

Well, I feel like getting a drink somewhere. Lukewarm water gets old. I'm thinking something more along the lines of sugary and sweet. And maybe something hot and salty to counter the drink. The best burgers in the world are here...

I've made myself even moreso hungry and thirsty. Baina is...uh...begging, in her own little way.

The unaware ne'er notice
The missing shilling
The golden watch
Until of course one us is caught

Yet, ne'er once have we
Been spotted on land or sea

At night, afternoon or day
We work hard and carful
With what we earn, what we got
Yet how we aquire it matters not

By slyness steal, unhinge her locket
Beware us, the plural pickpocket

Hopefully that explains a little on Baina's whereabouts. I really think I was born in the wrong century sometimes...I feel as if I am living in Charles Dicken's time. I have to go tend to the mutt here. He is bored. I think I will catch up to Baina and help a little. People are more suspicious of me though. It's a quiet person thing, I think.

Silvana Ebony