Posted July 7, 2013 ((Crap, sorry guys. Didn't realize you were starting.)) Taking his first step onto the boat, Connor stepped off the boat with the other initiates. He was very optimistic that he would do well in his training, and was hopeful he could get a position back home once his training was complete. With his carry bag over his shoulder, and his copy of The Republic in his left hand, Connor followed the group onto the boat. His thoughts quickly returned to home, and to all the friends he had made. Priesthood wasn't the first thing on his list of planned jobs, but he knew how to roll with the punches. His hope was that after all was said and done, he could return home and help whoever he could find their own path in life. Walking past a group of initiates making soft talk, he found himself looking out on the port side of the boat. Leaning against the railing, he smiled as he felt the wind blow though his air. The soft smell of sea soft only enhanced his mood, he had always loved the sea. "Its moments like this I feel truly at peace..." He said to himself, not realizing that some people nearby heard him. It didn't matter, he had said nothing embarrassing. With a sense of firm readiness, he began to read though his book. Share this post Link to post
Recommended Posts