November 7th, 12 years after time travel
Elizabeth's matter had confused my mind for a while, but compared to that bewildering affection, I needed to focus on the task at hand, as this sea venture was no pleasure cruise.
The fleet was soon to arrive at British Island, a place I had visited once before, five years ago.
I heard from the doctor that the island had undergone significant changes recently, and I was curious as to what kinds of changes they were, hoping they were for the better.
I also didn't know where Anna was now, which made me a bit concerned for her. The next time we met, I wanted her to tell me her whereabouts in case any mishap occurred, so I could lend a hand if needed.
Of course, I would persuade her to stay on the island, but given her personality, that wouldn't be easy.
As Charles continued writing, a streak of light outside the window caught his attention.
He quickly brought today's journal to a close and walked over to the window to look out.
