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Trinity
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April 10, 1513
I have tried to avoid the Commander, but it is no use. He seems to be able to follow me anywhere. I cannot seem to get him out of my head either. His eyes are like the ocean, when I would stare out at it to contemplate my life. There was the dark, nearly black of the angry sea on the outside, then there was a ring of the sapphire blue that was the calm waters with the sun shining down. The innermost color of his eyes was a blue so bright that it was just a shade or two away from white. Then it went straight into the black of his pupil. The way that his eyes looked nearly made me dizzy when I stared into them. And oh, his hair was just as unique. The blues that made up that color were all different shades of the ocean's waters.
