How To Survive In A Dump: The Diary of Mr. Thaddeus

Upon my awake I have found myself in a castle quite large. Or some place that was built for someone that in the moment I feel unworthy of. I regret to inform you that upon further inspection or should I say reflection of self, I have found this hate that I once felt to not be as great but appears to have been shorn asunder. It was pleasing to see my father smile again and I wish to see him again upon whatever land we have landed amongst these pirate friends of mine. It will do greatly to see my father and his and also his and tell them of the tale of how I came about even it meant of my own non-creation.

 However, I must tell someone of this new feeling I now felt within my heart. This feeling that I once felt before the passing of those I loved. Reader! Another thing! It is upon my remembrance that I found the sweet smell of the tea I drank upon the great ship that flew, that I knew the fragrance. Too my surprise, if I have not said earlier at all upon my writings within this diary, I did come across a small bark within the chalice that hinted at the magical trees of this land. It may not surprise you in the least, but many have told stories of the healing power of the living waters contained by these trees. Has what these natives told truly been true? May I never know but this I remember was once a story told by many.

Hmm...It appears that some other person seems to be attempting to enter my chambers. But a moment...

Yes, this is quite the turn of events. This young man of whom had entered my chambers was none other then my accountant. And by some strange turn of events this day that I have awoken out of this strange dream was my Father's Day on Christmas Eve. In this I do say it strange. I dare say that non of it is a dream at all as the key to the wall and the tea lay by my bed side with the fragrance of that of my grandfather. I soon sent the man away so as to collect my thoughts to this strange phenomenon and felt the waters upon my face in such a way that I never felt before.

IT WAS THE FIRST TIME I NO LONGER CONTROLLED THE FEELING WITHIN MY OWN VESSEL

For the first time I have found myself experiencing stairs which I have often abandoned and not grown accustomed to without the help of those who I once called servants. Skipping down the hall and rushing down the stairs must have been quite the picture for these servants of mine. Those who are in my care. Could you imagine someone such as myself moving across that which I once perceived for those who were only commoners? To the confusion and bewilderment of these who work upon my premises it surprised me to see their faces aghast. Like a rainbow with a pot of gold this sight may have been unheard of but to I who had lived in the past, it was not a new thing. I wonder...

I have woken up again in such a tizzy. Dear reader...This may be confusing as it was not only so for you but for my own self. Upon my descent upon these old stairs, I found myself gazing towards a painting I have seen often. One of that of my grandfather and his with my father in the foreground with his murderer, or the father thereof. Reader. If there were anything else as proof to what I had seen. I saw the one thing that should have never been...

Myself...

The same clothes that I had once worn upon this ship. I somehow had been transported to the past and healed of this hurt that burdened me for so long. Even now as I write I cry upon this couch with those who wait on me confused and afraid as if some evils were to come upon them. What good must I do now that my vessel has been bestowed with this benefit? I shall become what I thought weak and despicable. I will become like you... My father.