I wonder why I even write these things... Maybe I will be some powerful hero some day and people will want to read my life story... No I don't want that.
Anyways I am off the boat now, they kicked me off. It started out benign enough, me and Uskton were arguing about... something, I think. Pheron decided to drag us down into different sections after I spit in his mouth while he screamed. Everyone then started interrogating me. I was honest, telling them I was trying to be "Good" like they are always going on about, but they still seemed annoyed about how I "attacked some dragons so their parents would come and kill us". I requested that if they had to punish me they dump me in the desert. They seemed to miss-interpret that as "Dump me in the desert now please" which then devolved into "make him and Uskton fight" with yet more variations on what to do with the winner and loser. Pheron eventually handed out sheets of paper to everyone so they could vote, but everyone kept saying "Oh wait, I meant this, this sounds more awesome".
Eventually they decided on freedom, so I started getting out of my bindings. They seemed to think I was going "OH NO! They are letting me escape, I must escape before they make me escape so I can kill Uskton!". They released me anyways, and then asked Uskton if he would attack me if they released him. He pretty much said yes. Due to this they decided to change "We will forgive Vaba" to "Let Vaba and Uskton duke it out". There was then some argument whether we should wear armor, Whether I get a bow, whether we get the guards weapons etc. In the end, Maelrigar gave me his greatsword and offered Uskton his crossbow; Uskton promptly said he would die with his axe in his hands.
We were lowered onto the sands and I ran a fair distance out, enough to keep Uskton running for a few seconds, but not so far it would be hard to hit. Once he was down on the ground and about to charge I fired two arrows- to no visible effect. He Laughed. Then, in an amazing feat for a dwarf he charged me. He went one-hundred-and-ten feet in six seconds. As he came closer I pulled out Maelrigar's sword ad attempted to hit him. I have never used a melee weapon, and haven't been in melee combat for six years. Uskton easily dodged my paltry blow. He then tried to hit me but I dropped the sword and jumped back, then shot him twice for even less effect than last time. He retaliated with a vicious blow that would have made me a repeat of Mathaf had I not been so agile.
I realized then that I could not win this fight, and those on the ship wouldn't let me back on even if I killed Uskton. I dropped my bow, stepped back and focused on keeping the axe away. I also tried to talk Uskton out of this fight, but he was so deep in rage it didn't matter. Three times the axe whizzed past my head as some people came running from this ship.
They began talking to us and stopped the fight. They revealed that they were split between letting me back onto the boar or exiling me to the sands if I won. Pretty much no matter what I did I wasn't getting back on. Uskton began gloating, but was interrupted by a geyser to the face from Maelrigar. Uskton then announced he would be officially leaving this mercenary crew. Maelrigar gave me some food, water and a blanket, not that I need it, while Uskton wandered off muttering about desserts. I left for Eriden, maybe if I'm lucky the military will shunt me into the same group as them.
Not long ago I realized Uskton is following me. I hope he stops, or never catches up with me; I honestly don't want to kill a child. Even Uskton, though he tried to kill me and appears to have gone insane, doesn't deserve death; he did mean well after all. Anyways Eriden is within sight now, although it is still a few hours off. I should be able to make it there by morning.
You notice the beginnings of a song written on the opposite page:
Been through the desert on a Bote with no name;
It's sad to be out of the same.
In the desert, you can't remember it's name;
Because there ain't no brush to give it no paint.
Blah blah, blah blah blah-blah blah;
blah blah-blah, blah blah-blah.
After one day in the desert sun;
My skin didn't turn red.
After two days in the desert Fun;
It still looks like a puddle of... puke...