He put me in his will. I get the Harbinger, if he is gone.

We had been scuffling a bit right before--but this--. I didn't have words, and I still don't. I have quite a bit of water, through no fault of anyone else. I'd worn out my physical contact before he gave me the envelope, or...I really think I would have launched myself over the desk.

It feels like someone put a hot coal in my chest, or something. It's weird, but I like it.

His middle name is Beverly.

Oh, Marley.

If she really is getting -that- kind of attached to me, I'm not sure what I'm supposed to do. I'm not a good person to have crushes on.

Whenever I do something like that, I feel like I should start licking some boots. Even if it wasn't totally my fault, I still was a part of it.

Most of the time if it's the other way around, he doesn't seem to care. At least if nobody gets seriously hurt, last I checked. I almost got shot once or twice, though.

What's sad is, I probably would lick his boots if he told me to.

Nearly everything seems to make me feel worse, lately. I can't tell what it is.

Ruby's is so distracting.

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Mr. Kross deserves a nail in the forehead. It was so tempting to tell him about something--but not today. And certainly not with Marley right there. I would not like to explain the fight to anyone if we were to have gone at it and into the canal. While it would probably be very satisfying, I can learn to hold back.

We trolled around Venice for a while, Marley and I. Now I can honestly say I regret not having palled with her sooner.

She confuses me, sometimes. Not purposefully--just in...presence. Though we do have fun, I wonder if it would be good for her to be around me in the long term. Even now, I found myself admiring the qipao--and not for the fabric.

If Alexis could read minds, I would be tacked to the hull of the ship.

Oops.

Marley says: Perverts > Pious

The hunt for crew is starting en masse again--we've been scouring about more lately. I think that spring will also bring with it a great deal of folks looking for work.
The first one of many didn't pan out, but I can only expect the rest to go better.

I am never going into that place again. Ever. I swear. At least Marley stuck with me too. I'd never have forgiven myself for leading her in there and being helpless if she were to get dragged off.
 
In another vein, Marley is so cute. And portable. Pocket-Marley. I have no idea why we have never kept each other company aside from the few times she has been with Alexis at the same time.

Lexi has a nice little place in here. Even if she does not believe in goblins.

I was costumed down the Promenade today. It was an okay deal. I may do it more, if I can find a way. If Jim doesn't want me out selling company, then I will make due until I decide to take off this beard.

Lexi and Marley were out. Lexi must have seen someone she didn't like for a bit, but they seemed to enjoy themselves. I gave Marley my white paper umbrella. I'll miss it, but somehow--it seemed right to give it to her. Whether it will last long or not is up to fate.

It was a good night.