Look at me, I'M THE FUCKING CAPTAIN

Eventful few days these. Barely made it out from Ponvarus before Nakor and Kazagal started with their usual shit. The Prince seems to show what could most accurately be described as the behaviour shown by a mother clinging by her only child when he wants to test his sealegs - jealousy, and over-protectiveness. The Prince needs to understand that if we are going to let the inventor anywhere near anything as dangerous as the devil again without having him wear a diaper, he needs to train and not be subject to the Prince's whims. Kazagal elected to stay up and not sleep, and when Thornleaf initiated training, to which Kazagal had submitted to and requested, Nakor instead tricked the gnome and did Kazagals chores for him.
 
Talking about overbearing knowledge without any basis, the bureaucrat elected to share her thoughts about creating battleplans and formations for my crewmates in the possibilities for a battle. When will Frankonian servicemen stop boarding my ship and treat my men as an army? The crew serves the ship as crewmen first and foremost, and the eventuality of battle comes with the task. That is something that is clear for every single one in the crew. There might be merit to honing some individual combating skills, but to think that the battle between two crews will be anything more than a sophisticated carnage where the strongest claims the victory is naïve. I am not surprised that the idea came from the least experienced on board. Jeanne might speak many tongues but naval combat is one she does not master.
 
This circus of bigbrained opinions and mast-climbing farces came to a close when Me'iq sighted a ship that soon raised the black flag. Pirates! I of course elected to offer ample possibilities for the barnaclebrains to change course, but no such thing happened and soon we found ourselves embroiled in battle with a ship that had the bad manners to submerge before I had the time to order Rik-Rik to bombard them more than once. They idiotically resurfaced and engaged us up close, and we gave them a thrashing, as to show Jeanne her faults. Merturrok took a beating but the old dog can take it. The captain of the sorry vessel was something that I could not place. Tentacles hanging from his head, four fingers on each hand and a penchant for angry blasts with his mind. His mind was about to be silenced, but he instead elected to jump the ship and flee. Coward.
 
Left on deck after two remarkably odd enemy crewmates were two small worms that I vaguely recall being illithid larvae. They met their end at the end of my axe. Two down, a shit-ton to go?
 
We took the pirate-ships sails. With the permission of the Mermaid, we set about adapting them to the ship and now we can sail underwater. This is cursed and I am unsure whether I like it or not, but I must confess that this ability might come in handy. Next stop - flying. Need to talk to that dragon about that.
 
Nakor and his newfound mothers instinct once again set out to make Kazagal sleep, instead of letting Kazagal try and fail and maybe learn something. The Prince, in order to do this, sneaked into the cache of the Drug of Drugs, in order to make Kazagal drugged out of his mind and maybe catching some sleep. I don't know why I agreed, but I figure Kazagal needs to sleep at least some time, which he went to do. However, Thornleaf wanted to start the training at that moment, which also was understandable. Nakor not only denied his request, but also somehow encouraged the Gnome to do something on deck, which looked suspiciously like him undressing. Not one keen for a naked Gnome on deck, I snapped Thornleaf out of it and he stormed back down to face Nakor, where he was met with more insults from what I gather, and once again the Gnome surfaced, now intent on leaving the ship.
 
Now, my job as captain involves 1. Sailing 2. Leading 3. Making sure Pirates fuck off 4. Making sure nothing hampers the three first things. Nakor is an everlasting impediment on almost everything except number three. He is however part of the crew, but so is Kazagal and he needs his training. Therefore, I talked to Thornleaf and apoligized for Nakor and his behaviour, and pleaded to let Kazagal continue to be guided by Thornleaf and not be harmed by anothers behaviour.
 
My diplomacy was successful, Thornleaf is still here, Kazagal is still his trainee and Nakor is sidelined in their relationship, I hope. He was surely beaten into shape in his foolish dual duel with Kazagal against the Gnome at least.
 
The storm can be seen on the horizon and my vision draws near. I am glad that the crew has tasted combat at least once before this, I am afraid that there might be plenty of blood spilled, but I will do my damnedest that it is not ours.