This letter is faded with age
The men, already close to starving before the storm hit, have taken to hunting and foraging for supplies. Isabella is reluctant to let them out of her sight. She has ordered them to report any discoveries to her first and not to investigate them on their own.
The Heretic proved no help, giving me further cause to believe he had never set foot on Aeternum. He scoffed at the hunters - and the foragers picking at berries - and remarked rather oddly, "It does not matter. Aeternum provides bounty, but one cannot starve to death here."
I have grown sick of the man's chattering – every rattle of his chains irritates me. To know that he survived when many of the crew did not… it makes me think there is no justice here except where we make it.
- F.