After I found some Arabic gum and charcoal among the cargo I made ink.
Before I realized what I was doing I found myself dipping a needle into the ink and prick it into the skin of my smallest finger. Slowly an 'L' appeared. I took a deep breath. An 'O' took shape on my ring finger, then an 'S' and lastly a 'T' on my index finger. I stretched out my arm to take a look at my newly decorated hand. A passion born out of desperation: LOST.

The tattooed sailors soon caught up on my new hobby and were all too eager to let my needle sink into their flesh. The quiet days I spent decorating these men. Ships, women and tears of the souls they let go. Sometimes a name or a portrait. They told, I created.

Cergej could appreciate the art of what he was doing. Because of this, Viaggiatore was exempt from many chores on board. He would keep this young artist to himself until the day would come when Viaggiatore's skills would pay off. This was the day they arrived at the harbor of Genova.