chibi-applemay

My misson is at end.This island I have sought out for is chancefully full of silver insted of gold, maybe even copper if it permits.  I have had thoughts of steering towards a different island, off in the distance, invisible yet maybe more promising.  I've even considered jumping o'board, but that, that would be an extreme. Leaving everything i've worked for behind, behind to sail away without me, and without turning back.  I got a message through the radio, informing me of my almost imminent misfortune.  The words were staticy and unclear, but it got a point across, although it may not be what i've wanted to hear, but through wishful thinkin