Ahh, a busy night last night at Ahab’s. We had a nice take. I’m sure my employer will not regret in the least hiring me.
Or at least he won’t until I bring up the rather dismal state of those whale sandwiches. Even the urchins won’t eat them.
Frankly I think they are marvelous. But then I am a cat. All things of the sea are WONDERFUL.
It was nice to have some new faces in. The dockhands and skinners I now all know by name and have an easy rapport with, but it’s always good to have a change of pace.
Naturally with the Melniks, Jed and a few others gathered together and drinking the talk immediately turned to the rather dismal goings-on in the city. Everyone has boiled down to a few reasonable theories, but, until something more happens, we’ve no idea what to do to prove or disprove any of them.
Still, we did get Jed to talking about the last time this Moiriarty character was in town. It sounded very grim, very grim indeed. All this talk of portals and cloud angels and..well.
It is just so fantastical isn’t it? Just when you think you understand the world it suddenly seems upended!
Worse, I could practically hear the gears turning in Spires’ head. Especially when Jed mentioned the cloud angels and the professor’s terrible device.
I’m glad I decided not to mention that odd theory that Victor suggested the other day. I think it would have put Spires quite out of his head.
But then…is it quite right of me to do that? I’m honestly not sure.
In truth, Journal, I’m not really sure of anything these days. I haven’t for some time. And it wasn’t until I was barely listening to Jed and the others and was thinking instead about the ache in my leg and how long it would be until I could lay my hands on my laudanum (which I had not brought enough of) that I realized that things are, perhaps, more grim than I realized.
I made a promise, a silly promise to be sure, but a promise non-the-less, and I have hardly kept it of late!
I have to quit this habit.
Actually, I have to quit all of them.
My own life, and the lives of my friends, may depend upon my having a clear head.
Lord, I hope it’s not as bad as it was last time I tried…