Day 192: 09 Feb 2011
"Today is the first day of the rest of your life."
I have to stop eating fortune cookies at breakfast. It's strange when they're so creepily accurate, even if there are only maybe a hundred fortunes you could get. This one was right.
Day one at the new job. Cassie and I are headed from Vegas to North Carolina. Assignment -- confirm the God of the Seas is dead. Captain Black's letting us run this operation on our own, so it's me and Cassie. Kind of like it's been for. . . shit. Six months. Has it been that long?
Anyway, we're flying out of Vegas at sunset, but with the time difference, we're eight hours in the air. Won't make it to Wilmington until early tomorrow. And then. . . well, let's hope he's really dead. For good this time.
I really don't want to think about the alternative.