Sharon- United Human Faction- Day 12
The war effort was going better than it had on day one. Paul seemed in a better mood, although Julian was still rarely seen. Sharon spent her off hours wandering the wharf, admiring the scenery. She watched the tide ebb out, and worked as it swelled toward the shore. She spoke with the fisherman of the bay, learning about the lives of those she had so long ignored, but was now forced to lead.
On the twelfth day of the war, she met a man who introduced himself only as “captain,” a name with new meaning those days. He was a classical sailor, with a large, grey beard and little company. She had noticed him sitting by the training docks before, but he had never taken notice of her.
“War is fleeting thing, dearie,” he had told her when she passed by him.
She turned back and asked him what he meant by that. He told her, “I’ve seen wars before, and this isn’t the worst of them. In all my life, I’ve never seen a war where the people were so comfortable. This’ll end, and everything’ll be the same afterward.”
He turned his back on her, and she slowly wandered into the distance. Sharon took the old captain's words to heart on that day, and each day afterward. She eventually mustered up the confidence to tell Paul about the man, although she never truly understood what he had meant.
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