Landrik's Journal
May 2, 2014 6:10:31 GMT -6
Post by Dietrich Landrik on May 2, 2014 6:10:31 GMT -6
There were quite a few things that littered Landrik's pockets. He had a pocket-knife, a sewing kit with dull gray thread in a spool, a compass, a wallet, a spoon, a box of matches, a small bit of candy, and typically he had some kind of food stuck in his pockets that was covered in wax paper. His leather tools, cup, canteen, extra clothing, a tent half, and any books he was reading were all in his pack. Whenever possible he'd have his pack sitting in a cart so to ease his travel.
Kept in the inner chest pocket of his greatcoat or in his back left pocket is a small leather journal that has a simple clasp on the outside in order to keep the pages from getting soiled. It's much more aged and worn than anything else he carries and hidden in the binding are two small pencils, one red and one black. On the outside it has worn markings of St. Elimine on the front, and on the reverse it has an imprinted collection of different knots for a quick guide. Something that was invaluable to him when he was younger - focusing on the career of a sailor instead of being a carpenter. Down the outside bind was his last name clearly marked "LANDRIK".
Opening the journal, just on the inside cover was a small portrait of his family. It was rather old, as he looked much younger in the picture. The art wasn't hyper-realistic, but it was a fairly good colored sketch. One of the few things he spent his money on back home as a sentimental piece. It was immediately covered by a small fortune card he held onto that had a small prayer-song on it that read:
Turning all of the pages over, inside of a slim compartment were drawings of barely clothed women - quite a few jammed in such a small compartment. Folded up between the outside of the compartment and the pages of the journal was a bit of money, his reserves he'd send back home ever so often or save up for pieces of equipment. His savings, however he made sure not to hold onto too much. Usually he'd send the money off to his family for them to buy him something and whenever he would return home he'd pick it up. Since his ship was scuttled and he was without pay, he immediately sent out to make money as to send back home with a letter.
Kept in the inner chest pocket of his greatcoat or in his back left pocket is a small leather journal that has a simple clasp on the outside in order to keep the pages from getting soiled. It's much more aged and worn than anything else he carries and hidden in the binding are two small pencils, one red and one black. On the outside it has worn markings of St. Elimine on the front, and on the reverse it has an imprinted collection of different knots for a quick guide. Something that was invaluable to him when he was younger - focusing on the career of a sailor instead of being a carpenter. Down the outside bind was his last name clearly marked "LANDRIK".
Opening the journal, just on the inside cover was a small portrait of his family. It was rather old, as he looked much younger in the picture. The art wasn't hyper-realistic, but it was a fairly good colored sketch. One of the few things he spent his money on back home as a sentimental piece. It was immediately covered by a small fortune card he held onto that had a small prayer-song on it that read:
Eternal Mother, strong to save,
Whose arm hath bound the restless wave,
Who bidd'st the mighty ocean deep
Its own appointed limits keep;
Oh, hear us when we cry to Thee,
For those in peril on the sea!
O Elimine! Whose voice the waters heard
And hushed their raging at Thy word,
Who walked'st on the foaming deep,
And calm amidst its rage didst sleep;
Oh, hear us when we cry to Thee,
For those in peril on the sea!
Most Holy Spirit! Who didst brood
Upon the chaos dark and rude,
And bid its angry tumult cease,
And give, for wild confusion, peace;
Oh, hear us when we cry to Thee,
For those in peril on the sea!
O Trinity of love and power!
Our brethren shield in danger's hour;
From rock and tempest, fire and foe,
Protect them wheresoe'er they go;
Thus evermore shall rise to Thee
Glad hymns of praise from land and sea.
Whose arm hath bound the restless wave,
Who bidd'st the mighty ocean deep
Its own appointed limits keep;
Oh, hear us when we cry to Thee,
For those in peril on the sea!
O Elimine! Whose voice the waters heard
And hushed their raging at Thy word,
Who walked'st on the foaming deep,
And calm amidst its rage didst sleep;
Oh, hear us when we cry to Thee,
For those in peril on the sea!
Most Holy Spirit! Who didst brood
Upon the chaos dark and rude,
And bid its angry tumult cease,
And give, for wild confusion, peace;
Oh, hear us when we cry to Thee,
For those in peril on the sea!
O Trinity of love and power!
Our brethren shield in danger's hour;
From rock and tempest, fire and foe,
Protect them wheresoe'er they go;
Thus evermore shall rise to Thee
Glad hymns of praise from land and sea.
Turning all of the pages over, inside of a slim compartment were drawings of barely clothed women - quite a few jammed in such a small compartment. Folded up between the outside of the compartment and the pages of the journal was a bit of money, his reserves he'd send back home ever so often or save up for pieces of equipment. His savings, however he made sure not to hold onto too much. Usually he'd send the money off to his family for them to buy him something and whenever he would return home he'd pick it up. Since his ship was scuttled and he was without pay, he immediately sent out to make money as to send back home with a letter.