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24 ^th April. Wind Westerly, 3, showers.

He ’ s coming for me. He wants it, but how can I give it back? I tried. Honest, I tried.

And the whispering. Half the night, it went on, until the tide turned and swallowed the beach.

They always stay on the beach, the whisperers. They strain up the hill towards him, calling him back, like he ’ s their enemy and they want to drag him away. But he just stands there, under the trees, as if the whisperers are nothing to him.

He ’ s getting more powerful, feeding off my weakness. When I ’ m dead he ’ ll drag us both down, the dragon and me. Sail us off to serve Hel in Niflheim .

Or will it be Rán under the waves?

Jack ’ s coming tomorrow. He ’ ll keep the warrior away. And the whisperers. The life force is still strong in Jack.