Hey diary. Yep, you guessed it. I managed to get beaten. Like, actually beaten. Yesterday I was in the mess hall on the Titania grabbing a snack. Some of the crew started whispering and I asked them to speak up. They still call me a liability to the Commander. Something in my brain clicked and I got closer to them. What the hell was I thinking? They were almost double my size and, uhm, yeah. Way stronger. However, the big guy looked scared of me, that is probably why he had three others helping him. I beat him up but the others, kind of, beat me up. Nothing is broken though, except one of the tables I flew through. I have bruises all over my body and every move hurts. But pfff, I will be fine. I was beaten down, laid on the ground but got up again. I walked from the med bay back to the bridge, on my own feet after four massive guys beat the ever living crap out of me. Remember. If you get beaten down, don't give up. Never ever give up. Get back onto your feet and walk with your head high. Sometimes, this is an even bigger victory than actually winning.
Before you ask, yes she was and still is worried. Why wouldn't she? I am more worried about the mood and opinion on the ship. A mutiny? Hopefully not. I can't help but to blame myself partly for it. Sometimes I am just an idiot. Or just an annoying brat. Well, whatever. The repairs of the Sunset hopefully start soon. We have made a list of resources we need. Amy is sending out messages right now, I think, to get it rolling. Can't wait for it. She is teaching me a lot about commanding an own ship, and many other things. If anything, I am a quick and good learner. Most of the time. Uhh.. fine. Sometimes. Hah! Future-Naomi will shake her head if she reads this.
