[two days later]

Note to self: never travel with strangers again. The so called merchant took my money, escorted me for a day, stole all my other money during the night, and left me in the wilds.

To get me some food I wanted to fish at the oceanside, and I lost my hook. Then my hook box fell to the sand, so about half of my reserves is also lost. This day shouldnʼt have happened at all.

And I donʼt even have an idea which way to go. That thief told me to travel along the shore as itʼs shorter, but at some places itʼs so rocky I must go deeper in the mainland. I try to sleep and decide tomorrow if I head back to Dewharbor instead.

[the next day]

I turned North, and in an hour of walk I reached the road. After todayʼs travel I donʼt feel any closer to Deepgate, but at least I travel on the road, safe from the wildlife.

[the next day]

Tomorrow I must head back to the ocean. My food supplies are getting low as I prepared for faster travel with that filthy merchant. As I have no hunting gear, I must go fishing instead.

[the next day]

Iʼm back at the bay now. Itʼs much more calm than the forest was, and I got food enough for a few days. The shore is rocky here so I will need to get back to the road tomorrow.

[two days later]

Yesterday I joined a caravan, also heading to Deepgate. They allowed me to hop on a cart in exchange for my fish. They said we will pass by a pond in a day or two in case I want to refill my reserves.

They are a bunch of hearty fellows travelling town to town, playing music and make theater, then go to the next town. I wonder what made them choose this lifestyle.

[the next day]

We have arrived at the pond. What pond, itʼs a big lake, and itʼs full of fish! The caravan leaders agreed to stay here for a day so they can fill their reserves of food and water. Some guys will go hunting early in the morning and I will go fishing with another group.

[two days later]

The fishing went really well. I helped filling up the caravan’s caches, for what they were truly grateful.

I also met this girl, Mili. We talked so much during the night and this morning I didn’t even have time to write in my diary. Probably because of the alcohol, but I mentioned Mr. Dead Guy. It wasn’t necessarily a bad thing, though; she told me her mother talked about a miraculous fisherman whose name was… Dareon! I’ll look into it in Deepgate.

[two days later]

This girl keeps me amazed. She shares my enthusiasm about the dead guy she even went through her childhood drawings and notes. She uncovered a sketch her mother did of that other Dareon’s medallion, and it matches the one I found.

We got so excited we hugged each other, and then something happened. It was like I’ve been shocked by an electric eel, and we just stood there, staring into each other’s eyes, our faces got closer, noses touching. Then we kissed. Passionately, long, like there’s no tomorrow. Today when we woke up, we were still hugging each other.

We have finally arrived to Deepgate. Whoa, this is a fine town! As it turns out, some of the caravan members run a travelling circus. They plan to stay for a week or so to get some money and buy medicine, herbs, and other stuff they can't gather or make on the road.

Mili came with me to the archives to dig through the records of all people called Dareon. Fortunately my name is somewhat rare. We found only two residents, but both of them died in the town long ago, and neither of them have anything about fishing in their records.

We have finally arrived to Deepgate and whoa, this is a fine town! As it turns out, part of the caravan members run a travelling circus. They plan to stay for a week or so to get some money and buy medicine, herbs, and other stuff they can't gather or make on the road.

Mili came with me to the archives to dig through the records of all people called Dareon. Fortunately my name is somewhat rare. We found only two residents, but both of them died in the town long ago, and neither of them have anything about fishing in their records.

[the next day]

We went to the market with Mili and a few others. When Mili shouted my name to show me something, an old woman approached me murmuring my name and that how I resemble “him”. Then she invited me and Mili to her shack where she apologised for her behaviour. She then told us about Dareon the legendary fisherman. According to her, this guy alone could catch as many fish as a well trained group on a boat. When he cast his angle, fish swarmed the bay to be caught. He must have been the chosen one of the Great Fish, or so she told.

Unfortunately, he left the town after a few weeks. He was generous with the townsfolk, but he was looking for some “bigger catch”, whatever it might have been.

[the next day]

After yesterdayʼs exciting talk with that old lady, Mili and I started questioning the elderly people of Deepgate. Most of them remember Dareon the Lonesome Fisherman. Some called him the Mad Angler. He came from Riverhaven, but everyone doubts he was born on the mainland. Some said he might have came from the sea, being the son of the Great Fish.

[the next day]

Today we ran out of old people to ask sometime around noon so we went to the shore. This bay is beautiful, almost as beautiful as Mili. We found a heap of huge stones forming a natural fort. Mili started mocking me, calling me Mr. Mad Angler with a mischievous smile on her face. I tried to catch her but she fled and hid inside the fort. When I went after her she grabbed me and held me close, asking me to promise I won't become a mad angler myself. I did, and we sealed it with a kiss.