It all started on a boat. Well sort of...the damned thing got caught, the rudder would not budge and the next thing I know my lovely boat was dashed against the rocks of some gods forsaken island. Luckily, someone came by to save me from hours of boredom or attempting to manage a swim back to Velia.
Xuong Tengfei @redsailvoyage was the guy’s name. Really, really, really polite guy who talks in the third person. Sad past. These days people that have truly lived, when is their lives ever just ‘happy’? Even my sister’s life is rather pathetic and depressing and she is probably the happiest person alive...well that and her friend Darcy. At least, I’m determined not to let the past eat at me like some disease. What good does it do to sit in town all day, even drinking your sorrows away with alcohol in a tavern wouldn’t save you. Those people just eventually die of their consumption.
I’m actually rather surprised I recalled the name. I’m usually not that type of person nor do I sit around listening to someone’s life story, but it was not terrible to listen to him. Maybe I liked the way he talked, the sound of his voice or maybe I was just stuck there on the boat fishing with a complete stranger and would rather not talk about myself. I liked the guy, he was not creepy or forceful and maybe there is something there that I recognize in myself. A real friend. A true one that didn’t judge and liked me when I did not bother to dust off my manners and parade them around with all of the other virtues I failed to possess.
