I have made a friend! However, he is a man, so sadly there will be no warm embraces betwixt us, less we risk the Fist of God coming down from the Heavens and squashing us beneath His Holy and Vengeful knuckles, as Reverend Brewster has repeatedly warned us. No matter, for the daily warm handshakes, periodic tender back pats, and frequent knowing glances will more than make up for the lack of snuggling.My new and only friend’s name is Mr. Ely, a sailor on the Ship, and he is the most delightful man I have ever met. Many a late night, whilst all of the other dewberries are fast asleep, have Mr. Ely and I spent together on the deck of the Shiteflower, staring off into the endless black sea. We stand there, side by side, with a modicum amount of space between us, like true manly friends, and I listen to all of the fascinating things that Mr. Ely has to say. His most favorite topics concern the nature of Disorder in this World, which I find most interesting, as we are about to make our home in a land that is filled with nothing but.
