Journal of Morgan Adams

I'm home.

Friends and family are all well. Some old and new faces -- some deaths that I missed. Food and drink that I'd let slip my mind. I forgot how much I missed the sea, to tell you the truth.

And it was nice to go somewhere that the sun was shining.

Love the new compass, Admiral. Thanks.

Also -- to all the newcomers: Welcome home. Have a peek up on the main deck. Enjoy the food. Make some friends. Try to make yourselves comfortable. You're gonna be here a while.

(ooc: Morgan's back on the Barge. She returned home and went wherever else it is she wanted to go with her time off, and because I'd intended for her to have given her Item to West before she left, the Admiral had to give her a new one.)

[Morgan has her arms folded on her desk, her chin resting on her hands. She looks tired. Half laying across her head appears to be a basset hound, which by its very nature and genetic makeup also looks to be tired. And sulking. And making soft "mrr" noises.]

I can't be the only person sitting here and telling myself that it's not what it looks like.

(ooc: Morgan...doesn't know how to feel about the last week, or what the Admiral's reappearance suggests. >.> Also, sorry for my absence, I've been a cross between sicky and hugely distracted.)