Marguerit Maida's Log - Speaking Freely

These conniving, corporate, bourgeois, inbred, incompetent, self-absorbed jerks don't have a damn clue!

The kid's not so bad - he's even useful - but I swear everything that comes out of his father's idiot face is a narcissistic lie. He wants to stay in this cave, his problem. I'm the one doing the heavy lifting. When seamonsters are hunting you, you don't hide. You hunt the seamonsters. Then you build a bigger boat out of seamonster bones, and you hunt bigger monsters. Keep going until there aren't any monsters left to hunt you.

I'm going deeper, I'm gonna find what shot us down, and I'm going to tear its damn heart out.

I've started the prep work. The kid's taught me how to make enamelled glass. I've started stockpiling metal ores to build myself a seamoth. I'll raid the indoor growbeds before I leave.