If these letters do not find themselves swallowed by the sea, then I pray whoever reads this send word back to Mumbai. Let the families of my crew know that they are well, with the exception of our dear seaman Milrick, who died a few days ago of illness. His life was not in vain, and he had the opportunity to witness lands even the coldest heart would warm to. Upon reaching land, we travelled, what seemed endlessly, through sands whose heat was second only to the sheer marvel, both of which slowly drew the water from our bodies. In time, my crew's perseverance was tested, as was my own, but I know now, without a shred of a doubt, that there is something else out here in these deserts, a wonder I could not describe given a lifetime of penning words.
In due time, we found locals; I have seldom felt such a welcome in my life, though I have sailed many seas and met many a people. Their generosity is impassioned by a drive as clear to any of us as the stars at night on the open sea, and their efforts as labored and focused as any a person I have met. There are palms and structures that only the sky can truly appreciate, though we have tried as best we could with our hearts. Some cover their hair, others would only have us glimpse their eyes, but I am starting to believe that's all I need to understand their kindness, and how much they are like you and I, reader.
Home is where the heart is. My heart is starting to like it here. --Captain Hemrose1mon