"We left port so quickly I didn't even get a chance to ask you what you brought to the team." This was intentional on my part, to put simply I checked out all the ships leaving port as soon as possible and the refugee mission was the one leaving the soonest. Yes indeed, I just needed to help those refugees as fast as I could you see, not at all worried authorities would connect the dots or have a witness to my horrible acts. Nope!
"I'm a surgeon and tailor." Well I killed a surgeon, but I've always been a tailor, I didn't have to kill anyone for that skill as I recall.
"What an interesting combination." The man asking me was the leader of this little expedition, he was named Garrett and he was a large burly man with lots of scar. He had apparently survived himself as a refugee once upon a time and now does his best to help war orphans and the downtrodden, a real humanitarian. I suspected him immediately.
"Well I hadn't always lived a life of comfort and largess, as a young man I worked with my mother to make rich people clothes, it was hard work, but honest." If you wonder how I can lie so easily, well you've read the journal you know how I do.
"And you became a surgeon?"
"Later, my family came into some money and I felt with my skill with my hands healing the sick would be a noble way of paying back my fellow man." I almost believed this myself, if I didn't know the real reason the other surgeon had learned his craft was because he was horrible and liked cutting things open and seeing them alive. But I didn't do that! So I could make up something all the same.
"Well Doctor its good to have you along, I hope we don't need your services very often, though I think being able to sew will be useful in helping to repair canvas."
"My skills are your skills." He clapped me on the back and as soon as he was gone I vomited not out of any sentiment expressed or anything. No it was just the stupid sea sickness. I had held it in as long as I could, but I am but a man.
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