I'm sorry. I do not mean to use you as my confessor. The lateness of the hour--and I am very tired, you see.
The ship. My ship. The Sun in High Dignity. There are dangers under the waves, you must understand. Oh, you hear barroom tales of them: armies of the dead rising from the sea to strike down the living, crawling up the sides of ships to drag you to the depths, and I will tell you, this is true. The stories are all true.
Your mother--my captain--loved you very much. She would want you to [[know->ship3]].
Day 1: "Oh my god, this game jam is on again? Okay. Oh no. It's many days in. Can I write a twine game in nine days? Of course I can." A story about boats. I have no plans! I have: "unreliable narrator;survivor of a magic shipwreck (or worse) confessing her sins to the child of a victim."
(The curvy arrows in the Twine 2 update are weird, but I will get used to them-- if I'm in a super mega rush, I don't want to mess with Twine 1, even though that's what I used last time.)