Mother, Seonha, Minjoo,

I miss you all—more than words can say. I think of you every day. How have you been? Are you well.

Please don’t worry about me. I am doing much better—spectacularly well, in fact. At first, I struggled to get back on my feet. It seems the world is not particularly kind to fallen nobility. The one thing I am good at was the one thing no one would let me do. Well, almost no one. I met an angel (of sorts). At first I thought it was the death angel but, in fact, she helped me get my wings back. I am flying again.  

I am now the (acting) captain of the True North. It seems the traits that made other ship owners avoid me are valuable here. It is good to feel useful again.

Speaking of useful, my strange angel has this impossible dream. It should be impossible, but she is stubborn. She keeps hurling us into the most trying of situations. And you know what? It’s been putting us out further ahead! I don’t understand it and I am going to give up trying to understand it. We are flying and that’s all that matters.

In four months’ time, we are taking part in the Imperial Thunderdome. You’ll be there with Father. If you can slip away, look for me. I would love to see you.

I wish this letter would make it into your hand, but I know that Father is unrelenting. Maybe these words will somehow still reach you and I’ll see you again soon.

Until then, please take care!

Seonha, Minjoo,

I miss you both the most. Take care of yourselves and don’t be a trouble to Mother. I hope I will see you soon.

With all my love,

Jaehyun Park

Dear Bristol,

It’s been some years since I last saw you. You should’ve been home by now. We waited—your mother and I. She held out as long as she could…It hurts—just the same as though it was yesterday. It is hard enough living without her, but there has been no sign of you. So I stayed at the farm in Pleasant Valley, hoping that one day you’d come back up the road—a little older and wiser, but still my boy. Twenty years is a long time to wait. I’m done waiting.

Are you still alive? How has life been treating you? Did you find what it was you were looking for? 

As Fate would have it, I can now go out into the world to look for you myself. The house is gone—thanks to an airship crashing into it—and we have moved the smithy into the air. Perhaps I’ll finally hear word of you now that I am going out myself.

It doesn’t matter. I’m coming to find you, so just stay wherever you are. Wait for me. I’m on my way.

Yer Pa,

Jethro