I have been pondering the sea. While it is not an unfamiliar thing to me, especially since becoming captain of the Revenge, it hasn’t exactly become something I feel I know.  I know the way my sword feels in my hands, against my fingers, the weight of it across my hip.

Unfortunately, I cannot just quit. That isn't how this job works.  The name Dread Pirate Roberts has been passed down at least 4 times now, with myself being the 4th.

I am still searching  I had forgotten how beautiful the country is. Rolling hills that drift into yellows and reds and oranges all framed by green.

There isn't much to do out here. I am trapped in my own thoughts.

It snowed today. This is the first time I have seen her in what feels like years.  I had forgotten how cold she is.

I stumbled upon a village a few days ago. I had stopped to restock on supplies, maybe sleep in a bed, and eat a warm meal.

I have been through many countryside villages. They blur together like blizzard flakes and become just the same as the last.

I have searched every inch of the countryside of Spain for Alcalá de Pirma. All I have found are skeletal trees, jagged cliff faces, and starving villages.  This winter is hard.

I have spent a week here. The people call it Tune.

The snow coats the earth like frosting I am caught between licking my lips,  breath floating up to meet the sky, and