My progenitor has seen fit to place me on a post-medieval Venetian galley headed down the Adriatic, bound for Portugal. Yes, the kind of galley that has rows of oars sticking out the sides. The kind that houses a hundred other smelly human beings in a cargo hold cruelly called a cabin. The kind that bobs and weaves with the wind and waves. The kind without a toilet.
Joe Douglas seems to think I need to learn a lesson and he's banished me here to do the trick. Well, I have one question for Joe. Why did he write in my supposed flaws in the first place? He could have just made me rich and happy. Oh, what's the use.
Guess I'll try to occupy myself with caring for my companion on this trip. He had a little trouble in the last town and is sleeping off a beating. Well, at least he's not conscious so he can't get seasick.
And another thing, uhm...I gotta go now.
[Author's note: Michael is the main character in The King of Silk. And he does indeed require a lesson.]