Both Aeneas and our ship have once again escaped death. At the hands of the sea, many of our fellow Trojans were lost. The winds flew ferociously and waves towered over us, hitting far too close for comfort. By some mixture of skill and fate we managed to hit land. It's interesting that through all of this tragedy, Aeneas has managed to survive, while men around him drop like flies. That seriously has all of the luck. I swear, someone out there is looking out for him in the best way. There's a point where someone stops being skilled, and they are just the luckiest person you have ever seen. Aeneas better do something special to have survived all of this. No sooner does he survive the worst storm I've ever seen, when we land in some forest, the most beautiful girl I've ever seen walks right up to him. Walking into the town was kind of strange; no one seemed to even notice that we existed, which was kind of pleasant considering we should have stuck out like sore thumbs among all of those people. When we got to the gate, there was this huge mural of the Trojan War on it. It was so weird. I've never felt that kind of nostalgia. I just pray that I make it home safely. Dying out here after having survived that entire ordeal would be kind of embarrassing. Anyways, just when I thought Aeneas couldn't get luckier, the queen was giving him the most obvious look ever. She was flirting with him so badly. Next thing you know he's back to complaining about the whole war again....
