Sunday 18th March
Well, we're off again. Sailing to a place called Rainiri, and Demi's got busy teaching all of us yet another language. At this rate, even if I can't get back to Earth (no, Jérôme, don't even THINK that!) I'll be able to get a job as an interpreter. I mean, I speak Shiiran, Abenis, French and English, and I'm learning Rainirian. How many more languages can there BE on Alcatraz?
On second thoughts, I don't think I want to know.
Less good news is that we've still got Kerstine. On the one hand, she speaks Rainirian fluently (apparently she came from there) and on the other hand, I still don't trust her. I'd feel a hell of a lot happier if I knew what she'd done in the past to piss Demi off so much. That Shiiran doesn't get angry or upset easily.