"She says she accepts my love undying and my devotion true. All I need do, to prove myself true, is perform one last voyage with her valuable cargo, to be sold to a location I have never heard of till now, but She gave me instructions so clear. Her voice was like honey, her words like wine, and I just know she loves me too. She will take me, and I will join her in her cause, the right hand to her arms that span oceans. One more voyage, and she is mine." ~Except from the journal of an Indigo sailor Captain and merchant, who perished weeks later in the harbor of a suspected seditious coastline settlement, from an explosion originating in the vessels cargo hold.