• Tale of diUmbria, Chapter 2

        Weeks later, Captain diUmbria sat in a tavern in Ragusa, his charts laid out on the table before him. A meal of rum and boullabaisse sat half gone to one side, and a squat lantern cast softly flickering illumination. For a long while he had sat there, resting his bones. His bones were weary …

  • Tale of diUmbria, Chapter 1

    Their captain was known as diUmbria, it wasn’t his name, but he was from Assisi. He had come down from the ancient hilltop town to the coast and bought himself a ship. Now he plied the Adriatic and beyond, hawking wares in every port from Venice to Ragusa, Zadar to Naples. Now he was fairly …

  • Journal of Gordon Ogle – Day 13

    So Just as I am thinking about packing it up and just putting it all behind me, getting off the surface and back to orbit asap, this guy comes running up to me. Name is Dillon Gold, he’s wearing a sort of psuedo-military uniform. He asks me a few questions, then asks if I don’t …

  • Journal of Gordon Ogle – Day 12

    Damn shit damn shit damn. Fuckers! Ahh… I can’t let this go. That girls going to get eaten alive out here, and that’s not just an expression. Where could she be? I searched all day yesterday, she ain’t in town. Shit. She could be anywhere. Why didn’t I stay? Why do I care? Shit. Something …