we are getting ready to leave Cuba, and everypony has been eager to get back to sea, but I’m not even in the slightest, I hate the sea, I used to think it was wonderful, the place every pony should go, but that was before I left Spain, I don’t even know why I took one step in this damn ship, I mean, I could have stayed, but for what reason? I had no reason to stay, no place to call home, or even somepony to call family, did I make a good decision? or did I make a bad one? I guess now I’ll never know.
Jarse Wruthin