“Hi,” she replied. I suddenly found myself at a loss for words. Quickly, I dove into my mental dictionary, prepared to say anything just for sake ...of saying something. I felt myself searching endlessly in there, testing to see if my brain was even capable of producing something for me to say.“Test, test, this is a test…”“Excuse me?” Shit. Idiot!“Sorry,” I said, regaining my composure, “I, uh, noticed that you’re new here. I just wanted to give you a warm welcome to the community.”Her smile. She has no idea what goes oninside. Nor can I tell her. How could a nine-year-old boy tell his motherhe is evil?It has been two years since my first Visit, but I cannot recall most ofthem, except in short flashes. I do know that today's Visit is supposedto be special. something that HE has been preparing for since HE firstlearned what I am.HE brings me into HIS office, and sits me in a chair. This little act ofnormalcy is important, in case my mother suddenly returns for me. Onething I. Sure, when we only had one ship it meant “Lord Jason is aboard” but now that we had multiple ships it meant what I had originally intended, “This ship is part of Lord Jason’s war fleet.” Maybe, eventually it would mean “This ship is part of Widemouth’s Navy.” Or even “This ship is part of the Hunter Island Navy.”When we reached the sea we turned south, lowering the sideboards and raising all the sails to see how fast we could go. We had moved the main-jib to right beside the fore-jib. As long. We went to local bar and grill place. As we were going in I told her I was nervous about ordering she said she would place our drink order with the waiter. I just smiled a lot when the waiter/waitress came around. She asked me how long I had been doing this, how often do I go out. I told her this was the first real time out and how much I appreciated her understanding and helping me. She said she was a very open minded person and by working in retail for as long she had knew of a lot of.