Hey-yo! It’s me. We’re still in the black today, heading towards our next heist. Well, I like to call ‘em heists. Momma calls ‘em gigs, Uncle Mal calls ‘em jobs, and Uncle Simon calls them travesty’s of law and consequences, after he’s had a few.
I’m not sure how exactly I feel about some (most) of our less… legitimate business ventures. I got no problem with smuggling, but stealing from business that employ honest folk, well, just rubs me the wrong way.
I don’t got no room to complain, though. Those jobs are what have substained my famly and kept us flying, since before I was born.
We don’t take too many of those jobs anyway. I think they secretly rub Uncle Mal the wrong way too.
Made me sit down and talk to him today. Wouldn’t look him in the eye, too many things he’s hiding, can engulf me, make me lost for half a day. His shoes are easier to bear.
Simon talked about dreams, and fragmented memories, even wandered into psysic abilities for awhile. Kept coming back to me.
Simon gave me some paper, and a few of KayleeSimons pens. Told me I could draw whatever I liked. A apology, of sorts, for all the talking, I suppose. Simon’s a good brother. He tries so hard.
I drew him the illustrations that went with the story I gave them. Pictures of the dark, cold, tower, the tiny window that from, you could sometimes see a star, or a spotlight shining. I even drew a picture of the children, lying down to sleep on their first night. The first, and last, time that they would all see each other again.
and five, trapped in the tower, forgetting what the sky felt like, even as one of them, began to forget the promise one girl made to him.
Cap’n finally put me in charge of flying again tonight, while he and Zoë get some shut eye. Soon as his mind left the light, I got to turn us in the right direction. Now, while everyone but me and Serenity slumber, we’re off, to save the golden harp, from some very mean giants.
I suppose I better lock the cockpit. Cap’n Daddy always does get so upset about changes of course. Now way to explain why, though. Just have to show them.
At least with Simon and Kaylee getting snuggly officially, I get to have Kay’s room. still finding facinating little screws, tools, and the occasional sock stuck hither thither and yawn.
-the Little Albatross.