Meryll
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Second Chances
I like to think that I'm reasonable 90% of the time. Y'see, the way I look at things is that I should offer people another shot at life, classic second chance stuff, but if they then throw that back in my face then they've not only wasted their chance but they've personally insulted me. Not a fan of being insulted, but it's worth the risk most of the time.
This brings me to today. Rex sent some goons after me. Not his own though, some random fucking guys off the street who couldn't tell their arses from their elbows if they had a fucking map. Incompetance on a massive scale to be honest. Some poor fucker fell flat on his face because of a little snow.
Tragic.
Either way, one of the goons decided to set me on fire.
Now my relationship with fire is strained at the best of times. My face carries the memories of what fire can do, and my memories are filled with the turmoil that it put me through. I put it aside though, merely knocked the guy out. I was being kind. I let the guy who fell over go, and I gave him some cash to make up for his bad run. Not enough to substitute all the people that he lost when Astris and Bo killed them, but something to hopefully ensure that he doesn't do this dumb shit again. Fire boy though, I needed more info from him. I woke him up and I asked my question, the beginning of his second chance. His answer, 'Your mum'. The wrong answer. Y'see I like to use this saying, it's a good comeback, and I'll accept it coming back to me from most people. Not this guy. Not a person who lit me ablaze, someone that doesn't get to invoke the memory of someone I lost to flames. That doesn't happen and I made that clear. He flagrantly ignored the warning. Stayed cocky until the end. Not that I killed him, mind you. He's still standing. I held back. He'll have little choice but to leave town. If he doesn't then he'll perish for certain, but at this stage I feel that his third chance should be a little more challenging.
Makes sense to me.
Not to Astris. He seems to think that not taking an affront to my dead mother lightly makes me a hypocrite. Selective blindness is a hell of a thing. Helped a guy a minute or two beforehand, gave him cash make up for the lack of payday he'd recieve. Told him to make sure that other people knew not to attempt the same stupid thing, so that they could live happy lives. Offered guy 2 a second shot.
Meanwhile he moved the corpses of the ones that he had killed out of the way so that they wouldn't disrupt foot traffic.
Sometimes I wanna scream, but if I did then Bo would just grab my face until I stopped. Maybe I should start doing that to him when he's being tormented by Madame, oh wait no I actually make sure that his boundries are respected.
Caring less now.
I pray that Pharasma had a better plan for you than getting insulted by a pyromaniac, mum. (I won't let the others know that I'm praying though or I'll get asked why bad things happen again)
A Night on The Town
They say that you never truly know someone until you've drank alongside them. Personally I think that there are other options on offer but drinking is still a solid one. I learned that my tolerance hasn't gone anywhere in the last few months, since I was doing incredibly well compared to the rest of the folks we were with. Astris seems to be able to hold his drinks so congrats go to him. We nearly turned to wine tasting in the middle of Tradehollow, as though that's something that won't get us ridiculed or mugged.
I remember Celia taking me wine tasting. She talked, and talked about all the technique and the terms and stuff. The only reason I agreed was because I'd caused a share of trouble on the road there, and I'm glad that she enjoyed herself but sometimes it was like speaking to someone from a different world. Then again, we spent a day shopping for ships I reckon that she'd find herself equally bored so who knows?
Bo seems to be missing someone. The phrase 'Strong and Shiny' came up. He said that we're the same in that regard. I beg to differ.
Celia isn't someone that you can summarise with Strong and Shiny. She speaks to everyone like they're the most important person in the room, she's blessed by a goddess and descended from angels. She stands by what she believes in and never gives up on people, no matter what they've done wrong. She carries so many burdens but never wants to trouble anyone else with sharing the weight. She isn't afraid to ask for help when she needs it and accepts her own flaws and tries to overcome them at all costs. She has a laugh that could turn a swamp into a shimmering lake. Strong and Shiny isn't what makes her so great, it's so many other things. She's been through so much undeserved shit but is still willing to be kind.
Mum would have liked her.
Misconceptions and Harsh Receptions
Y'know, I'd never really thought too hard about the nicer buildings in Tradehollow. Never really wondered why there is a serving class in a place that I thought to have freed itself from all that trash, but today I ventured into one wearing chef's whites and pretending to know what I'm doing. I had to make nice in the house of a fucking slave trader while putting my faith in Grim and Bo to get stuff done. Our guests of honor were Ranbur The Red, an absolute maniac who hasn't made his presence known in Tradehollow given that the lights weren't on in his part of the building, and The Madame, Bo's nightmare. Not what I had expected to be honest. With a title like the madame, you expect to be grasping at smoke and dealing with proxies on top of proxies, but there she was, maul in hand, dealing with this asshole personally. She seemed pretty angry about something, improper materials or some shit. I assume it had to do with the attack in Vulcrom, and if so I think that the real person at fault would be her. She gives off the air of strength but sent fucking Margot to deal with the vault, like that crazed fucknut was going to get anything done. Maybe I'm old fashioned, but a captain should always stand by their crew. Not send them into certain death.
Anyway, assholes A, B, and C had a disagreement and asshole A got his arms broke. I don't feel too bad for the guy to be honest. Pain sucks and all but what goes around comes around, and he had a lot coming by the sounds of it. Bo was freaking out about the Madame, which was understandable. She strikes fear into him like nothing else could. Way I see it is that now I know that she can be found and therefore I know that she can die. It does make me wonder though. What will Bo do with himself when the Madame is gone? Will his fear of her go, or will uncertainty take hold? Will he ever believe her to be truly gone? Problems for another time.
Things started to look a little rough towards the end but we managed to get the staff out and the rest of the team. I had to stay behind to make sure one of the mercs made it out alive since he was asleep thanks to some special tea I made him. He's good though. It seemed that we weren't the only ones with an interest in that place. As for me, well I had to make my own exit. As it turns out Ranbur's goons are a little stupid, which really helped me out. Afterwards I narrowly avoided the man himself (probably equally stupid but also strong as fuck) and burst out of the door. Figured it'd be smart not to namedrop myself to him since he has the resources to make my life hell in a way that even Rex would struggle to beat. One day though. One day he'll know the name that undoes him.
Old Acquaintances and New Accusations
It's been a long time since I last saw any of my crew. Always kinda figured that the only time I'd see them again was when Pharasma sends me down to hell. It's rare that anyone survives a Regencies gallows, especially when you're caught in the act. Jack was always made of stern stuff, but I would never have expected to see him again. I would never have expected to see that look in his eyes. The look of betrayal. There was no kinship in those eyes, just stone cold contempt.
He thought it was me.
I have no love for the Regencies, never have, never will. It's a place where basic kindness dies out and all that remains is cold hearted traditionalism and archaic codes of conduct. The fact that Jack would accuse me of working with them was cutting to my core, but I had no time to dwell on that because he attacked someone far more important. Someone who has done nothing to warrant unkind words from him. Celia Valitar. I don't mind getting my repuation dragged, but she has suffered enough at the hands of rumors spoken by assholes who don't know shit.
...Anyway.....
Rex told Jack that I sold him out. Shortly before Rex died. Which was odd. He seems to be doing quite well for a dead man. Ruining my life on the side.
Seems like the old man has been keeping secrets. I'll have to ask him the next time he shows up to burn it all down.
It's good to meet an old friend. Even under strange circumstances.
Just like old times.
10th of September, 1349
Tradehollow. Haven't been there in a month or so. The Captain Without A Ship is about to make her return to the jeers and judgements of drunk idiots. I'm kinda lookin' forward to it to be honest. Bonnie has let us know that no only are the Bull Boys involved in this shit, but also the Stone Cold Shitheads too. Not overly happy to be investigating two incredibly brutal pirate lords, however I'm not about to let them walk away from this one. Most of the pirate lords never really seemed to get what being a pirate means. They think that a fucked up method of killing people constitutes a reputation that's worth having but, for me, being a pirate is living without limitations, it's living the life that you want on your own terms and being beholden to nobody other than yourself. It's a responsibility to leave the sea better than you found it and it's a responsibility to your crew that you will never intentionally steer them wrong.
That's something that I wish The Siblings understood. The looks that they gave me after I told them that we're setting sail brought me a great deal of anger. Rich folks like to think that they understand the world perfectly, that they know everything better than anyone else. I, first and foremost, am a pirate, I haven't been anything else for a long time but somehow my view on what Piracy is fall on deaf ears. Piracy is an ideal and to the folks around me it's either dangerous or a delusion. I think that Bud gets it and maybe Bonnie, but Bonnie has her own problems. Apparently The Madame recruits hypocrites left right and center. I guess it makes things easier if they're good at self-deception. Either way, Bonnie hates Bo for leaving The Madame behind, despite having done the same. Bo hates Bonnie for hating him, I kinda get why she does. People are weirdly loyal, even to the people that they've betrayed. I will say though that if they can't sort their shit out then we're on course for a fucking problem. Either that or Bo will kill her in her sleep, which would still be a problem but one that would be easier to solve. I know that Bonnie won't kill him, she knows what'd happen to her if she did. Bo is a little more self-destructive so I'm not 100% on that one. Probably won't. I'll say 95% that he won't kill her, 4% that he will, 1% they kill eachother in the confusion.
I got reminded of my dad recently. I don't think about him often, hell I barely even register the knife as his anymore, but it was interesting. He used to give all this advice about the world, or at least how he saw it. When he spoke, I listened. Would he be proud of what I did with his advice? Doesn't really matter I suppose. The dead rarely pass judgement after their own has passed.
Collusion to Collision
8th of September, 1349
All the stories made the founders of Vulcrom seem immensely capable; the kind of folks that nobody could handle and together they were nigh unstoppable. Yet, those stories never mentioned an artifact, something that bends reality to the user's will. They wouldn't dare mention that because all of a sudden it makes folks realise that it isn't just willpower that gets a city like Vulcrom founded, as a matter of fact this artifact proves that all it really takes is being in the right place at the right time. I don't know what I would have done with something like that, but I can be sure that it's a hell of a lot better than what was done with it.
Nafoora destroyed the damn thing, which wasn't a bad thing on it's own, and caused the deaths of hundreds, if not thousands, of people at the same time. The majority of people died except for those in power who miraculously made it out, though not as miraculously as us.
An angel decided to let us know that we were worth saving in the eyes of a god. That's nice and all but what did everyone else do to upset this might deity? Was this really the best that the divine could think of for them, a death amidst the crushing defeat of a legacy?
We took the initiative and used our second chance to save as many people as possible. I barely made it out alive, but the rush I felt as I plummeted towards the ground was something I will never forget. I put faith in my ability and wasn't let down. What did let me down though was the crushing pessimism of Bo. He of all people calling me and idiot is pretty rich to be honest, and not something I was in the mood for. Grim and Astris did good work and didn't give me a verbal colonic after we were done, which is why I appreciate them right now.
On the worst day that this city has seen so far, while the legacy of my heroes crumbled to dust, and at the turning point of a new age dominated by the threat of the regencies, Bo decides to take issue with one of the great constants of the Isles for a long time. Kurtlemath, a symbol of this city's defence, who has watched over this city since before I was born is something that he cannot handle the concept of. I shouldn't be surprised to be honest, folks come to the isles from all over and plenty of them try and tell us that we're doing everything wrong, that we should be more like them and then profit from us at every turn. If it ain't moonstone then it winds up being criminals. A lot of these people bring their problems here and then their problems become our problems that we have to fix.
A few examples of this include,
A crime syndicate, which formulates a plan to steal a certian powerful artifact.
A devil, which I'm told somebody failed to deal with.
These isles are my home, they aren't some temporary retreat for me and I will endure the aftermath of the many changes that occur here until I'm dead and gone; I'm not about to let someone come along and tell me what should and shouldn't be.
In other news we're leaving Vulcrom, hoping to find a lead. Maybe I can find Enrora before it all goes to shit, at least that way I can die amongst my remaining family.
Men.
8th of September, 1349
Words cannot begin to decribe the rage that I feel towards some of the fucking audacious men that I have met in my time alive. So many of them get off on a feeling of superiority for the most trivial shit.
Cascade, the fuck, is the newest addition to my long list of men in power that will, one day, feel the full force of my boot up their arse. This fucking guy has the barefaced cheek to look at what we brought him which, allow me to remind myself, is a plot to steal from the vault at the center of the most important building in the city during his big fucking day, and then (this is the best part) looked at Bo and said "I know that you don't like the nice places I take you." as though Cascade is so fucking important to anyone in the fucking universe that we would go to the trouble of stealing the blueprints for the aforementioned building, make a fucking copy of them in grims fucking notebook and then, because he's so important, fabricate a wholeass plot just so that Bo doesn't have to look him in the eye and say "I don't like going to fancy places with you." since Cascade is so precious. Fuck off. It was so fucking disrespectful, and you can tell that it crossed several fucking lines that even Astris lost his pleasant attitude for a moment.
"Oh no, you're questioning my life's work!" He cries, like his life work has amounted to anything that'll go in the history books. His life's work, from what I've seen, is filling in forms like a good little boy and then sending them off to the people above him who, no doubt, have their own little dick measuring contest and couldn't give a solitary fuck about him. Oh! I forgot the best part. This fucking moron doesn't even have in sway in the guard detail for the event. The place is above his paygrade. HA! Yea, man you're so fucking important. I could sail circles around him any day of the fucking week.
Bo was obviously anxious the entire time, moreso than usual. If this guy is gonna keep on dating Bo then he's gonna need fixing, and I'm from the school of percussive maintenance. I'll hurt the fucker, and I'll serve time for it I don't care.
Cascade represents everything wrong with the Isles these days. Though, the more I think about it, maybe it's always been the problem. Adventurers built this place based upon the ideals of adventurers, but the problem with the ideals of greed-driven idiots is that they're the last person who should be making the kinds of decisions that shape a nation. Every single adventurer is an idiot even the smart ones, especially the smart ones, because they're the kinds of people who see the crazy threats that this world is made of and decide that it's something that they can handle. It's a great trait for protecting a nation, but not for ruling it. Even today in Vulcrom that greed has never left, look at how far the city has gone in a short amount of time just to protect the ideals of the bank but the slums remain forgotten and in a state of disrepair.
I wonder what Cascade would say if I told him all of that. Nobody I travel with really gets it. Bo and Grim come from The Old World, and Astris comes from deep below the sea. This is my home and maybe it's Cascade's too, but I doubt that he looks at it my way.
I Need To Stop Saying That Thing's Can't Get Any Worse
3rd of September 1349
Vulcrom, I figured that I'd be glad to be here again but all I feel instead is a constant strain on my mind.
Bo is being hunted by a crime lord. Organised criminals are always the worst kind to deal with because they're actually fuckin' smart and now the world is demanding of us that we be smart too. We have very few pieces on the board and this 'Madame' lady has so many that they had to bring a second board just to make room. If we make a wrong move then we're screwed, but if we don't move then we're done for. I need information and the only person who I can think of is this Nafoora chick that Grim was talking to. Maybe I'll be able to get something useful out of her, something that gives me a clue where to go next.
Not to worry though, my plate was pretty full already and someone dropped an anvil in the shape of a soul comsuming sword onto it and now shits fucked. Covenant joined the crew recently, and though I doubt that decision I can't just let someone with a fuckin' demon sword just fuck around eatin' souls all day so he's with us so that he can help and so I can keep an eye on him. He seems to hate his sword which is at least a little reassuring.
What wasn't reasurring was the fact that Grim wants to feed it the souls of our enemies. Truth be told the guy was a little eager to do that in my opinion and I'm not really sure what the fuck to do about that one. That fuckin' guy is a mystery to me at the moment, in one breath he's telling me that he wants folks to be good in the other his first thought on how to deal with the sword is "Well we'll just feed it souls of people we don't like." and even when I say that getting your soul ripped out for all eternity is a little fuckin' extreme of a punishment he just dismisses it.
I'm stressed.
I'd want to go home if I had a single home to go back to.
Bo and I had a nice chat about things so at least he knows where I'm coming from right now. Astris offered to help and I dismissed it, should probably stop doing that.
Oh, and to top it all off Vulcrom is getting a navy together because The Harpy pissed off the bank so that's gonna make things difficult for a lot of folks soon.
I hope this doesn't spell the end for folks like us.
Busy Days Ahead
2nd September, 1349
Vulcrom, Jewel of the Isles. My last stay here was shit and this one is shaping up to be slightly less shit.
Watched Bo dig himself into a hole. That lad does some stupid shit and gets himself into a lot of trouble. Seems like Grim was an assistant to all of this too. Personally it seems like Grim is the kind of person who agrees to do stuff and then realises it was bad after he did it. Guy needs to think about that shit BEFORE he does it or else we're gonna wind up in a lot of trouble.
Speakin' of trouble. Seems like Bo's is catching up with him. This Madame lady is kickin' around Vulcrom and is tryin' to cast her net in these isles. Over my dead fuckin' body. She doesn't seem like the kind of criminal I want around these parts so you can bet your fuckin' entire coin pouch that we're gonna put a stop to her and her bullshit. Bo was scared. Nobody likes their past catching up to them and Bo doesn't have much of a choice. If we're gonnna take on someone like that then we've gotta have connections of our own. I don't know many folks, but I know that Enrora is out there somewhere and I'm sure that I can talk some sense into her.
I can't imagine the captains of Tradehollow are gonna be too pleased about some new fucker showing up around here so it's a long shot but maybe I should see what I can do there. Though, I feel that I'd need to head over to Tradehollow and right now I've got a lot on my plate. Gotta revert someone from a Medusa into a Drow after all. After that I've gotta catch 'Rora before she does something stupid, and right now the only lead I've got is somewhere around Kaos. Life is a series of vague shit at the moment and I'd love some fuckin' clarity for a change.
How the fuck am I s'posed to handle all of this shit?
Time and Tide
2nd of September, 1349
The loss of Captain Sanna has been hard on the Bo and Grim. I have attempted to give them space to grieve since it's not exactly my place to tell them how to feel. I'm here for them if they want someone to listen, but beyond that I'm keeping my distance.
The plantation workers listened to me when I told them to take back what was theirs. They were understandably angry about the old man witholding information that could have saved people, and it wasn't long before a mob formed. Mobs are dangerous, all it takes is one spark and you have an uncontrollable fire and I might be able to manage people but mobs are a force of nature at that point. I tried to keep a handle on the situation and almost fuckin' lost control at one point. Folks always look for the chance to be cruel, but that wasn't why I was here. I didn't march these people here out of contempt for the rich fucker, I did it because these people deserve better. I've made it clear that I'll be back and if things have become bad here then I will take responsibility for what I caused. It always seems like my fuckups are the ones that cost lives. It's never like knocking a vase over. You can replace a vase but it ain't so simple with people.
We saved the two rich kids. Didn't seem right to just leave them to a mob when they wanted no part in what happened. They haven't said much to me, and to be honest I don't exactly blame them. I'm the one that got their parents killed. I know what I'd do in their shoes; I've thought about that enough. I'm just glad that they have eachother. They might be as old as me but it's nice to know that someone is left. Someone who shares the same experience as you.
Ship needed a new captain after Sanna passed away. It's a difficult thing. I'm pretty new to this group but also the only one that's really got a feel for the job. Takes a lot to be a captain and it's a lot of pressure, it ain't something that can just be done by anyone who can turn a wheel. Not that I doubt Bud's ability to sail, I've met plenty of folks like but and some of them have been my favorite crew members, but he seemed pretty shocked to have even been considered.
I'm trying to do right by these folks. They were pretty fond of Sanna and I'm not gonna try and replace her. I'm not rewriting the book here I'm starting a new chapter. I'll try and do it justice but I've just gotta hope that people can respect me, and if they don't do that then at they need to talk to me about it at the very least. Bo has already come to talk to me about some information that he seemed quite worried about sharing. He's had a rough time of it to be honest. Reminds me a lot of myself a few years ago, difference is that I know the name of my problem, while hers seems to hide behind a title. I'm glad we had the talk. I don't know who that Madame is but if she comes after him then she's gonna regret it.
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Lost another duel today.
It's been three(ish?) days since I got my ass handed to be my Rex and lots my ship. I've been in fights with that guy so many times in the last decade and I can't for the life of me figure out why I can't win. I'm not bad at this and I can hold my own, but it just feels like everyone else in the world can hold theirs better.
Astris is talented and Celia would really like the dude, which is always a good mark in my book, but I just can't shake the feeling that I may never be able to stand against Rex, and if I can't deal with my own problems then what the fuck am I even doing?
That isn't to say that I have anything against Astris, guy has nothing to do with it. I guess I'm still not used to losing yet. Oh well, I'll get another chance to duel him I'm sure.
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Hope Celia's having better luck than me.
The Plague of Apathy
25th of August 1349
Everything that happened today could have been avoided if people actually gave a solitary fuck about anything.
-Old man made some rotten kids, but seemed to prefer sittin' on his ass to actually dealing with them.
-The rotten kid then built a factory, which destroyed some people's jobs, and made the air so awful that the halfling's family died.
-Halfling got in league with some guy who didn't give a fuck about anyone and seemed quite happy to watch countless fuckin' people die.
-Old man knows about all this shit but doesn't seem to give a fuck.
All this leads to a plague on the plantation, a dead kid, and Sanna having to die saving the place.
Bo ain't handling it well. I didn't know Sanna too well but what's really hurting is watching the people left behind.
Loss makes folks do bad shit. I proved that a long ass time ago. I ain't exactly gonna walk away here, but Bo won't be wanting to hear about this shit from me since we barely know eachother. He'll need Grim to get him through this one. Grim is dealin' with it at his own pace, which hopefully is helping him too.
I know that Bo wants to make the old man pay for what he caused, but I think that the honor of that goes to the folks who live here. They've earned it far more than us.
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Something tough about working with Bo is that I see a lot of myself in him. The parts that I've worked through, and the parts that I never wanted to see again. Every day that goes by I find myself wondering if I'm really doin' this thing right.
It was a lot easier with Celia there.
She never settled for anything less than certainty.
Shit Outta Luck
24th of August, 1349
Ran into an unlikely guy today. Little Kenku fella' that I'd been told to keep an eye out for. Grim was his name, seems like a chill guy to be honest. People he's travelling with seem a bit uptight, but I was willing to look past that since that Grim guy didn't seem to mind them.
They look like a weird mixture of folks. We've got a big tabaxi with a metal arm and a missing leg who tries to be as small as possible, floating around on a broom. Bo's his name.
When I asked Grim if he was the guy I was lookin' for Bo tried to speak for him and say no. Didn't really work since I tend not to listen to folks that I ain't talkin' to.
Next up we have Sanna. Initially she was a woman of few words. Didn't really do much to cause me not to trust her. Kinda wish she had to be honest. It'd mean I wouldn't be writing this.
They were lookin' for someone to help them out so I was down for that. I need the cash, and also getting a ride to Vulcrom or something would be good. (Though at this stage I'm already having second thoughts.) Apparently some stirges are being a problem some where and some guy has gone missing. Seems like an interesting job.
Talos worshippers showed up. Sailing their massive ass ark over to us and offering us a chance to get involved in a fight to the death. Simple arena shit. Classic stuff, which is always an interesting thing to watch. Though, I wouldn't know about the quality of this performance since I'm sailing on a boring ship. I understand that what the captain says goes, but personally I always let my crew make a case for something I don't wanna do. In this case I don't really trust her not to sail the fuck off the second I'm on the deck of that ship.
Guy who runs the plantation is a fuckhead.
Fuckin' lord there are some huge insects in this place. The missing kid is dead. Figured as much. People who go missing rarely wind up alive at the end.
Found a half-dead halfling at the end of some tracks that led from the dead kid. Bo instantly drew his weapon on him. This guy jumps to conclusions pretty quick. Too quick. It's one thing to think someone did something, but to judge them as guilty based on nothing but some piecemeal evidence that could mean a shit-tonne of other things is a whole other thing. For someone who cries about how people's lives are worth something he sure seems quick to threaten them.
Captain chewed me out for defending the half-deadling which was an interesting experience. Someone who offered no solution getting mad at me for trying to do an investigation correctly. Laughable really. If these fuckers are the ones dealing with the woes of the world then we're all done for.
Jumping to conclusions is dangerous. Even though the dude did wind up involved. It's not uncommon for misguided folks to wind up doing bad shit. I know that better than most.
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In other news. 'Rora met these folks at some stage. I ain't heard anything about her in a long time, so this was odd. Seems like she's gotten into some bad business. Making deals with evil horses and getting fire powers from evil ants makes for an odd development. I don't really like what I'm hearing so far. She needs some sense knocking into her, and I'm gonna get around to that.
I hope that she's doin' alright though.
Dad would know what to do. I sure as fuck don't.
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Here we go again.
22nd of August, 1349
It seems like every other fuckin' day I have to start from scratch. My ship is either at the bottom of the ocean or in the hands of a jackass who doesn't deserve it and I'm stuck in Mythgulch, a city that is slowly being claimed by the ocean, so shit's pretty bad right now. My crew are probably dead and I have no idea what I'm gonna do now. I need to start by getting some cash together so I can get a ride somewhere else. Don't really know where I'm gonna go but that's a problem for tomorrow, and probably the day after and so on and so forth until I'm dead since life doesn't know when to stop hurling shit at me. Hell next thing that'll happen to me had better be good or I swear on all the fuckin' gods (even the shit ones) I am gonna start throwing punches.
Maybe I should consider joining a bigger crew. Seems like trying to make it as a captain these days just ain't working out and there's a major storm cloud following me no matter where I go. There's also the fact that ships are pretty expensive and I am majorly broke, but I'm choosing to blame the first part for that.
Here we go again.
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