Day 20
After that storm, the weather was surprisingly nice so we still had to take the sheep up to the hilltops. The rain meant that the ground was still boggy, which made it a less enjoyable task then it usually is (which is saying something).
The little ones did their usual running around until they started slipping about in the mud. They all got covered from head to toe in mud so when we got home Ivar told them all off, then he made Frida and Eilidh do the washing.
In the early evening, when we were heading home, I saw the worst sight I could ever think of.
The trade boat returning to the harbour with ragged sails. We were told that the storm meant they couldn't reach all of their ports.
I raced down to the dock, throwing myself into the crowd to try and find someone who knew what had happened.
The surviving crew got off, returned to their families, but Jova was not among them. When I finally managed to ask someone, they told me he was "swept overboard" a during the storm.
Those words turned my blood cold. Numbly, I stood there until Ivar led me away. It feels as though my heart has stopped, knowing that I'm never going to see him on this dock again.
I'm in bed now, waiting for the others to come up. Ivar told me to go and he'd tell the others what had happened. Honestly, I think that this is the nicest he's ever been to me.
