How amazing it is to be alive. And it’s all thanks to Mr. Stillwater and Katsu. I owe Dr. Kristos help for helping me when I was a spirit. Cor, the first thing I did when I was bought to life was run straight for the Gangplank and have meself a cuppa Rum. Of course me strength now is something awful, I ripped Mr. Stillwater’s BORC HQ door right off its hinges, stomped me foot through his floor…oops…and even broke the door handle of The Gangplank, and flattened the tin cup me Rum was in. Boy, that’s just…weird to be able to do that. I made sure to be careful when I went to Ms. Skytowers place and stole…err…took one o’ her cookies, as I’m sure she wouldn’t mind.
What’s neat is I can see everything clearly again, no longer do I see things through fog. I can feel the crisp autumn breeze as it blows through me, and the leaves crunching under me shoes. So amazing, that feeling. To hear me heart beating again, and me breathing, words can’t describe that feeling. I tried going to the places I couldn’t before, save for Underbys Pub as that place scares me now, and I could get into them now. Amazing. Yet the cemetery, that once great feeling of welcomeness has faded. It’s a cold, dreary, feeling now. I took one step into the cemetery and turned and walked away.
I’m still getting used to having to open doors again, and not being able to pass through them. I tried going into Brunel Hall only to bump into the closed door, oh the pain was awful. Yet to be alive, breathing, among the living, is truly amazing. I’m so glad to not be a ghost anymore. I also ate a huge plate of Fish, not Wiggyfish, eww, and Chips…smothered with Malt Vinegar, and I ate it all…a plate with a serving big enough for three grown men, and little ol’ me ate it all. Oh the joy of living, the joy of life, the joy of feeling the breeze passing through me once more…I’m so happy.
Yet, I often wish I could’ve just went through that door, to see me Mum and Dad, and siblings, once more. It would’ve been wonderful. No pain, no hunger, all of us together once more. Yet they would’ve wanted me to be alive, to once again claim the throne for the L’Engels again, to rid the land of the awful people who took it over, this is what me family would want of me…yet…I fear for that, as well. How could someone like me, a smelly Urchin who can barely read and barely write, rule over a land he knows nothing of? I don’t know if that’s something I want, Mr. Byron seems hell-bent on restoring the rightful rulers to Tlaudram again… so hell-bent.
And I wish to simply enjoy life, given that I have a second chance. Oh the things I plan to do now, to restore my beloved stink again. It’s going to be wonderful. So long Journal, it is so good to be able to write in you again, I’m going off to the Gangplank to drink meself stupid, then it’s off to Sheryl’s for a nice warm plate of cookies. [img_assist|nid=1109|title=|desc=|link=popup|align=center|width=660|height=355]