I closed my eyes and then opened them again to a different world composed of angles and curves, of raw numbers and the mathematical expressions that held them together. The ship we had tethered ourselves to had transformed into a complicated patchwork of shapes and spaces – and the simple act of looking upon their surfaces allowed me insight into the structure that existed beneath.

Jerry had been the first to push his way onto the other ship; I followed close behind. The soldiers didn’t seem to have any objection to this. No, that’s not right – they seemed to EXPECT that it would be Jerry and myself leading the way. And I don’t think it was as a result of their fear either, but rather an expression of their respect. I don’t believe that Jerry had ever spent time in the military – as far as I know he had only ever been employed by one or another of the guilds – but even in spite of this it was clear that men who followed in our stead held him in some reverence.

Jerry was at the front of the party as we entered the hold – it was where the crew had been found waiting and skulking in the darkness the first time around – but here we saw no signs of motion from the depths of the room, no slight movement of air currents that might betray the existance of life.

No, we didn’t find that until we explored the cabins.

There’s more that I should write here – I’m definitely behind in my journaling – but I am weary and bitter and lacking of focus. For now I’m just going to lay my head back and pray that the repetitive sound of horses hooves hypnotizes me into relaxation.