Date Unknown, again
I'm unsure as to how much time has passed since I last recorded anything in my journal even after lengthily inspection. Turning through the pages of my research logs, I find that they are all mysteriously blank. I was sure that I had taken a sample of some kind that I was intent on analyzing, but in the ebb of time it seems that even my samples have since slipped my grasp.
I find it eerily suspicious that just as I was sure to reach the phantasm of inspiration or some suitable similar breakthrough, I seemed to have once again slipped through the cracks of time. Of this I am only sure for when I awoke in my "estate", I found it in such disrepair, which only the ravages of ages can produce; the very timbers I recovered from my airship were weathered, beaten and scattered as an abandoned shadow of a memory. To further my doubts, I find that the Isl of Glint has undergone some rather impressive building projects including a large manor where once the trade docks stood. It seems that my civilizing influence on the insular population was lasting.
It also appears that there must have been some form of civil unrest among the good island people as there seems to be a definite increase in the apparent exercise of the force of law. I'm sure that civility through the proper weight of law is exactly what this island is in desperate need. I simply must make my introductions to the local magistrate. I shall plan to go calling in the very near future; my want for building materials has only been increased by this unexpected eddy in time.
I find it eerily suspicious that just as I was sure to reach the phantasm of inspiration or some suitable similar breakthrough, I seemed to have once again slipped through the cracks of time. Of this I am only sure for when I awoke in my "estate", I found it in such disrepair, which only the ravages of ages can produce; the very timbers I recovered from my airship were weathered, beaten and scattered as an abandoned shadow of a memory. To further my doubts, I find that the Isl of Glint has undergone some rather impressive building projects including a large manor where once the trade docks stood. It seems that my civilizing influence on the insular population was lasting.
It also appears that there must have been some form of civil unrest among the good island people as there seems to be a definite increase in the apparent exercise of the force of law. I'm sure that civility through the proper weight of law is exactly what this island is in desperate need. I simply must make my introductions to the local magistrate. I shall plan to go calling in the very near future; my want for building materials has only been increased by this unexpected eddy in time.
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