15th day. Month of the wind pursuit. Clear weather.
It has been three days since we left port. We are sailing through the Strait of Light and heading into Port Eland of the Country of Light. I know how arduous this mission is. The fate of the entire nation lies on my shoulders. I must gather sufficient foodstuff in the shortest period of time and transport it back to the Southern Port to alleviate the food crisis. But I know that this isn't an easy task. Although the Southern Fleet has sealed off the waterway, I can't put my heart at ease and I can't fall asleep almost every night. Every smashing of the waves has startled me off my bed. What worries me most is the King's Party's ambush.
