I have several schemes in the works, and if this doesn't work.. I believe I may be forced to resign myself to a lowly stow-away. Just for the trip, of course.
It'll be terrible for my hair. I just can't find it in myself to really care, though. I find sea voyages.. enthralling, captivating. There's even something in the word that screams romance, love, adventure.. "Sea." It's like meeting a man called "Earnest." There's just something so noble, so right and true. I believe I will.. No, no.
The first thing must come first, they say. And that is to get home, to straighten the family estate. And then, perhaps, I can recover, gather myself, and set out again.
Perhaps I'll invest in a ship.