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 Posted: Tue Jan 19, 2010 5:06 pm
Entry 503-- Well, here I am, somewhere down the road on my journey. Quite a bit has happened since the last entry, in which I named the species of plants and animals on that unnamed island not too far off from Warship Island. Still nothing that would lend me the knowledge I seek, sadly, but I had expected as much. Just yesterday, I had the fortune of meeting two groups of warring pirates. Rather, it wasn't fortune to be caught up in it, but one did grant me passage aboard their ship. I don't consider myself a pirate, but Eliza seems to be all for it, and they haven't asked me to pay for my ride, so I'll take this opportunity as I have many times in the past. Still, with such a motely crew aboard, I do wonder how we'll make it. I still don't know any of their names, nor do they know mine (Perhaps for the best?), but everyone I've spoken to calls me "Doc", which does have a certain ring to it. I quite like the monicker, so I won't discourage their friendly acts. From what I've seen though, I'll have to keep an eye on this Luke kid, to make sure he doesn't kill himself without reason. The rest seem to be on their feet though. Makes you wonder just how the heiarchy is organized, seeing such different roles becoming so apparent. 503 entries since I started my journal, and not one wasted, I'd like to think. Maybe with this new crew I'll have more reason to write? Only the future can tell, I suppose... As always,
Johnathan Gramm
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Posted: Tue Jan 19, 2010 5:17 pm
Entry 502--
UNKNOWN ISLAND: WILDLIFE REPORT
Flora:
Quite a diverse cast of plants make their home on this island, mainly consisting of tall, think trees with softer branches located nearer to the top, and shrubs in the undergrowth, which seem to require litte sunlight to grow. All have no need for exposed pollen or the like, as the air is moist, and the roots here deep. The flowers would seem to display a mushroom-like effect, to that same note, with all of their roots leading to a mother flower deep in the jungle. After examining the pollen, roots, and leaves of many of the species, I have determined that they have no need for special adaptations to survive, and therefore no useful side effects of the medicinal variety. Eliza seems rather bored of this place too, since the trees are too smooth to climb, and the budding flowers only open to take in light when the sun is setting. All-in-all, a rather useless sort.
Fauna:
Like the flora, the animal life is extremely diverse, and entirely useless to my studies. All are suited for low-light enviorments and movement through the forest, but none possess any unique defenses against predators. Guess paradise finally caught up? While entertaining to view on occasion, the animals are reclusive, and I have had little chance to study them. I'll be moving on from this island today, if possible.
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Posted: Tue Jan 19, 2010 7:35 pm
Entry 20--
Getting used to these entries, I suppose. It'll help, since although Elizabeth isn't doing the same, having memories for her to look back on will definitely help improve her recalling skills. It won't take that much time, and I've been considering taking my plans more seriously. In fact, since I'm helping Eliza get back on her feet by teaching her some of my medical know-how. Maybe we can travel around now, while I work on my goals and she recovers her memories? That's a laugh. Me, travelling?
In any case, I'm not sure what to write here, so I'm going to end it here. Maybe I'll write more later? Maybe not. There are a few things to attend to in the city, before I can really take a break.
[written later]
I've got to find a way to keep that girl in her britches. I know she's having memory problems, but that's no excuse when I walk home to a liberated girl giving people completely the wrong idea about me. What will I do about this...
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Posted: Wed Jan 20, 2010 7:38 pm
Entry 504--
Must.
Kill.
Luke.
[written later]
On a more worthwhile note, this island showed a lot of promise in my research. From rootless plants to the key to survival, I've recorded all I can in my previous entry. I'm that much closer to my ultimate goal, and with the samples of plants I've preserved, I may just get what I want.
[written later]
Today, I've been informed that Eliza went full freedom mode in town today. I thought I had convinced her not to do that anymore, but old habits die hard, and she is just a child in her mind. I'm glad she had no shame about her physical form, and that she had no problem opening up to people. I just wish she didn't do things like this. Back to the drawing board, huh?
Listen to me, sounding like a father. I know I'll have to leave her eventually, but I'll enjoy my time now. Part of being a doctor is knowing that everything will end, no matter what you do. Until the end of our time together, I'm going to keep trying my best to be a father figure to her, and find her memories. I can't get too attached.
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Posted: Thu Jan 21, 2010 6:02 pm
Entry 505--
I think we're starting to settle into life as pirates. I didn't want to get this used to things, not when I'll have to leave here in a short while, but I'll stick around. Not much to write about, I suppose. Have noticed Eliza making eyes at Orion though. Don't know if I should say anything, or help her. Not really cut out to be a dad, huh?
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Posted: Thu Jan 21, 2010 6:46 pm
Entry 50--
Today, Eliza and I are setting out on a journey. After a month or two of trying to find someone around who knew her, and working extensively to bring back her memories, there is no progress. With the money I make while travelling, I hope we'll be able to get from place to place.
Besides, there is a certain something I can't do on this island, and I think I'm finally going to do it.
Guess I know what to write in this thing now, then.
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Posted: Thu Jan 21, 2010 7:22 pm
(Side entry-- Enel Island)
[scribbled notes]
Desolate theme park?
Where is electricity to run it coming from? Search North.
Northern reach: A strange building.
We aren't alone.
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Posted: Fri Jan 22, 2010 9:51 pm
Entry 25--
It's remarkable. Around the house, in daily life, even just in small actions, Eliza is clearly not human. Not a normal human, anyway. The strength in her small body is something not to be underestimated, and she has no control over it whatsoever. I need to know more. Maybe I can use this in the Angel Tears? No, she's taken to me like a daughter, I wouldn't dare insult her by using her to get closer to my goal. I used to say "Whatever must be done", but maybe I really should stay Johnathan Gramm? If I can leave Aliester Faust behind, I'll be a full-time doctor, and I'll act as Elizabeth's father until we can locate her old family. We get along quite nicely though, even if she does have a problem keeping in her clothing at all times.
I have to say, her being around is good for me. Maybe it's just not having to be alone, with the ghosts of my past? I'll do all I can for this girl, until she no longer has to be called Elizabeth. Why did I name her that, anyway? The one name full of memories, and the first one to my mind. Still, I suppose it's just me projecting. I shouldn't get attached.
Here's hoping, I suppose.
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Posted: Tue Jan 26, 2010 4:34 pm
Entry 1--
My name is Aliester Faust. Rather, it was until I left town and changed my name. I'm keeping this journal for the sake of my second chance, to try to become something other than what I was. They called me a murderer. I'm no murderer. I'm a failure. It all happened so fast. Her death could have been prevented if I were a better doctor...
Dammit all. Why?
Nevermind. I'm not writing in this thing again.
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Posted: Tue Jan 26, 2010 4:38 pm
Entry 2--
I'll try again, to keep myself from going mad. I guess nobody knows me here, so my new name is Johnathan Gramm. This town has been without a doctor for years now, so they welcomed me in with open arms. If only they knew me, maybe things wouldn't have gone so well...
Nevermind that though, I'm going to become the greatest doctor alive, learning everything there is to this world, so I never have to face that kind of failure again. I have a nice cottage by the shore now, and people still look at me with kindness. I cannot forgive myself for Eliza's death, nor Alice's. I must carry the weight of everyone's grief until I can conquer death, then I may be forgiven. It's a heavy burden, but it is the one I must bear.
Another mistake is not an option.
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Posted: Tue Jan 26, 2010 4:49 pm
Entry 3--
I suppose that if someone finds this journal, it would be a good idea to let them know what I've been through so far. Or, maybe I'm just trying to punish myself again, and make sure I never escape from my past.
I used to live in the city all my life, a son of the surgeon Hayden Faust. I was born with a great illness, and though my own father was known far and wide in the field, it was impossible for me to find a cure. Because of that, my only real joy in life was reading, and learning more about the world. I hadn't many friends, as being bed-ridden tended to drive others off, but that was until I started school, and met Alice.
Oh Alice, I wish I could still see you. I spent all of my school life at her side, becoming best friends and eventually falling in love. If I recall, the first time we met was at my father's clinic, where she tried to bring a dying bird for treatment. I hate to say that it died a week later, but we made fast friends trying to take care of it until the end. I suppose that's why I wanted to be a doctor, to save lives that couldn't go against nature's will.
As fate would have it, my health slowly returned over the years spent with her, until I finally got the courage to ask for her hand in marriage. I don't think my hands have ever shaken before, and they haven't since. We were happy, and I would lose anything to keep it this way.
The very next year, I was to be a father, and as one of the most gifted doctors in the city, I was put in the position of seeing my daughter's birth through as the lead surgeon. [tears smudge up the text below]
I wish I was more skilled, so Alice and Elizabeth would have lived. I won't stop until I find a way to bring them back. Until then, I'll carry her last name, Gramm, as a reminder of my goal.
If anyone else reads this, don't let me forget, or at least know that I was a man who lived to conquer the final breath.
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Posted: Tue Jan 26, 2010 4:54 pm
[pages torn or sullied]
Entry 10--
It's the most peculiar thing. I can't believe my eyes, but I should know as well as anyone that what I'm seeing is real. Today, a girl washed up on the beach, barely concious but still living.
As the doctor, everyone agreed that I should watch over her. She hasn't woken yet, but her lungs and heart are clearly in working order, and she has every other sign of a healthy teenage girl. It'll be interesting to see how this turns out. I've promised to help her until one of the other villagers is able to house her, since I have quite a bit of work to attend to.
Wish me luck, though that hardly seems the proper thing to do with how my life has been going...
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Posted: Tue Jan 26, 2010 5:05 pm
Entry 11--
Why did I call her that? She asked for a name since she couldn't remember hers, and it just sort of tugged at my heart to see a child in need like this. I suppose I can't give Elizabeth to any of the other villagers, not while she still has problems for me to help her with. If it wasn't clear by now, the girl from the sea has some real amnesia, so much so that it took her watching me for a second to remember how to walk and talk.
Sadly, the only clothing I have on hand is a nurse's uniform, so I've given her that to wear until we can ask for donations from the town. I don't think it'll be a problem. I mean, what kind human could deny such an upbeat, polite young lady?
I'm writing this while she sleeps, so I don't have much longer, but I'd like to talk a little more about this girl.
I'm not sure who I'm making these notes for, maybe her next physician when I can see her off, but there are a few things to remember. For one, the girl is extremely clingy. I suppose she needs a lot of support when it took her a minute to remember how to walk, and she will mimic everything you do. On that same note though, she's a very fast learner. Quite like me when I was a child, she's started picking up how to live life at a breakneck pace. Finally, and I do hope this subsides with the return of her memories, she has a tendency to go... err... free (Is that the right word for it?) at any given chance, claiming that clothes were just too tight.
She's starting to stir now, so I'll have to write later.
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Posted: Tue Jan 26, 2010 5:10 pm
Entry 12--
I must say, the weeks I've spent between this entry and the last have been some of the happiest I've had since my early married life. I'm not a good father, nor have I had the chance to be one, but Eliza is grateful to me nonetheless. I wouldn't say I think of her as a daughter, nor will she ever be my Eliza's replacement, but I feel like I'm doing the right thing by taking care of her. I don't think the other villagers will think badly if I continue to allow her to live with me, and teach her some of my medicinal skills to get her back on her feet. As always, she's a fast learner, so I'm actually challenged to keep up.
I guess I was able to save a sparrow after all? Alice would love this girl, if the two could meet.
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Posted: Tue Jan 26, 2010 5:20 pm
[two lost in what seems to be water damage]
Entry 15--
It's been one year since Alice died in childbirth, and Elizabeth was lost with her. I haven't moved on, won't move on, and I will not insult their memories by letting my sorrow rest. That's why I'm going to resurect the dead. I'm going to create the miracle drug, my "Angel Tears", to bring them back from the pearly gates, so I can finally find forgiveness.
I'm not going to tell Eliza. I think she would be sad if she realized who I was. Maybe she would hate me? I can't let her know what I've done, or what I couldn't do, and what I am going to do. She's taken up the job of being my nurse for the time being, which is just as well since she refused to go to another home when I finally told her she was ready to start living again. [heavily erased, though still readable] It sort of makes me happy...
On the other hand, she's now started wearing the nurse uniform more than anything else. Maybe I shouldn't have told her that was required for a work day? It seems like a sort of security blanket, in my opinon. I think the day that she gives it up completely is the day I can trust her to live life on her own. [scratched out] I hope that day doesn't come for a while.
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