A Dragon is on Our Side (Of the Island)

A month at sea. Ran into doldrums and a really violent storm. We battened down the hatches and rode it out, which is all that you can do in such a situation. That was the plan until Sintori decided to be a hero and went overboard with some loose rigging. We managed to get him back on board, but a bunch of creatures called "marrow" attacked us with harpoons. Half of us got impaled, and Lunadris was almost killed, as usual. I need to learn how to fight better so that I can protect my friends who are more magically gifted than I.
 
That cutlass I got from the Discovery did not operate as expected. I've had better results with my axe. I'll see if someone else wants the blade. Maybe Kalibek will make use of it. For a guy who's all about magic and music, he sure stabs a lot of people. And explodes them. There's a lot of rage in that person. He finally told us a little bit about his past, and it was chilling. Apparently he was a slave to a pirate who tortured his workers. I'm familiar with physical pain, but I can't imagine having to live and work under with the person who disfigured you. The rage makes sense.
 
We arrived on Crocodile Isle and met up with the dragon-turtle. We agreed that he is not a friend, exactly, but an entity who has decided to use us as more than just food.
 
Apparently the air on the island is poisonous. That's going to be inconvenient.