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Life is always eventful, it seems. Just when I feel I've found my rhythm, something changes it. Perhaps I feel off because the person who I envision when I think of myself is not the person I'm currently seeing in the mirror (it's surprisingly difficult to find black hair dye in this part of the Grand Line), perhaps I'm seething a bit at my utter helplessness as of late. I've failed in battle, I've failed to keep my nakama from harm, and I've apparently failed to be forthcoming with (un?)important information.

In all, I despise being out of sorts. Thank you, to those who have stayed by my side this past week or so. It means a lot to me to know I can count on you.

Log #3498 or something

Who: Robin and Calgara, with some use of Nami by permission. [Thanks, Michelle!]
What: A very long overdue civil conversation.
When: The middle of the freakin' night. After they'd been fighting long enough.
Where: The Thousand Sunny.

( LJ cut cuz this is an epic post of epicness )