FORESAIL {The lowest square sail on the most forward mast}
Master Commander:
I felt strange upon waking. I may be suffering a bit of the love sickness, the longing for you and waiting. I am still writing you from Euroclydon! and with this letter I am sending my love.
There is a yearning from the waters of the oceans, and a calling of every soul from the sea because they see the bride, they are hailing me to the take them where You are. So, I have hoisted the foresail and came ashore. It is raining still, and floods will be filling and drowning cities. I looked ahead From the Window and there are island drums beating and waters are washing upon the beaches. I saw many bodies, Yet, I will not give total exposure of what I fully see. Today, I'd rather write of my love for You instead.
Never before have people read such letters as ones I am writing to you, and very possibly never again. The prophecy is already written down, but still more comes that I will give detail. There is another hurricane coming; when I've rested a bit I will set heading and sail back out to sea. --MIISRAEL
LOG OUT:: 7:43: a.m.
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