The bed creaked with the ship as Gustav rolled out of bed from the sudden acceleration. [i] WHACK! [/i] His head spun dizzily as he recovered from up of the ground.

"Goodmorning," he muttered to himself sarcastically as he wiped some dirt from his trousers. The sounds of seagulls filled his heart with joy, "land," he thought to himself, although it [i]is[/i] land, it is The rims land. Although again, it may be the rims [i]land[/i] it was his [i]idea[/i]. "Damn my logic," he grumbled as he put his boots on.

Up on deck he swallowed a mouthful of the salty air and nearly choked. As much as he may not feel it, or even think it, he was glad to be back. His restless spirit wouldn't let him rest in peace back in Jahen anyways. It was for the better he had told himself constantly on the way back to the colony, and now it must be true, right? Before reaching a conclusion he thought more of what to do now. He had a place waiting for him on shore, and his old business to attend to, after all, people aren't going to kill themselves! "wait," he thought about that last statement, "no, no, even that joke is too distasteful for me." He shook his head.