Week 1

[scurveydog]

Good evenin’ to ye, lads, lasses and none o’ the above. This be Scurvey Dog fer ye, as promised, as promised. I hope ye’eve all set sail by now, but if ye haven’t, ye’ll like as soon regret it.

Also a fair hint to ye, call it a freebee as you will. Round about 10 o’ the clock in the evenin’ at 12 degrees from the Eastern Horizon, the Mermaid will rise and make her way East to West through the night, toward the palace ‘o the Sea King. She be swimmin’ this course no matter the season, always round about the same time, so if ye get lost the Mermaid’ll guide ye home.



Onto the import of the comin’ week.


News:

The Navy forces’re bein’ pulled to take care ‘o some trouble in the northern reaches. This means it’ll be a bit scant, and not much in the mind to be chasin’ after no bounty pirates (that means ye lot). Not that I’d relax too much. It be only a matter o’ time, after all.

Empieza be in a bit of a ruckus after the disappearance of one of their own. Hain’t been there meself, so I can’t say whose to blame, but they be blamin’ you. In other words, I wouldn’t be headin’ back to that place until they’ve had some time to cool off or find the sod that did it. If he be pressed into service on one ‘o your ships, now be a good time to send him back. Let’s try not to cut off yer lifeline afore ye’ve sailed a month, aye?


Weather:

Fine days and followin’ seas be waitin’ fer ye. Wind goin South by South West afore it moves to a strong Westerly by the middle ‘o the week. That’ll give ye a good start and no mistake. Be on the lookout fer a heavy fog on Thursday mornin’ that’ll last a little past noon ‘afore bein’ cleared up by a fine rain. Temperatures be rangin’ around 20 degrees C (that means 70 degrees F, fer the rest o’ ye.)



And now it be time fer the question o’ the week. Try not to shoot yerselves in the foot this time. Also, let me remind ye and specifically Flynn Rider that there be no sassin’ of the Scurvey, lest ye want to find all the answers on yer own.


[about an hour later]

I'm sick 'o arguin' wi' ye lot. I do what I want and it's how I want. Ye bastards don't like me answers? Ask better questions. As I'm sick of yer whining, all questions fer next week revoked.

[and the Scurvey Dog closes the journal]

Comments

[reluctantjinrou]

[Considering he's only asking to stop Pinkie Pie from asking another question about candy, or some other nonsense, he really isn't sure what he's looking for. It's not really about him, why would he want to go back to Sotoba?]

Unusual, considering it's an 'ask me anything policy'. I'll choose the easy way.

[scurveydog]

Die.

[reluctantjinrou]

That is incredibly unhelpful.

[scurveydog]

Not my problem if it's the course ye chose. Next time, plot somethin' a little wiser.

[rikuheyriku]

[Wait. What?]

Die...? But, that's... [Now, he's getting angry.]

That can't be right!

[scurveydog]

Ye sayin' you doubt my word? Maybe ye lot'd prefer I never answered anything attall.

[rikuheyriku]

[Ah, crap... BACKTRACKING IS GO.]

Wait, no!

[Clenching his teeth, on his end, with the next part; and, not to mention, he's possibly bearing down on the paper as he writes.]

I'm sorry.

[scurveydog]

Aye, and so ye better be. I be answerin' out 'o the kindness 'o me heart, at great risk to me ownself, mind, and all ye can do is whine when the answer ain't to yer likin'.

[intostitches]

Die, is it?

That seems far too easy . . .

[carptricks]

. . .

You should've asked for the hard way.

[scurveydog]

Ye'd think it'd just be common sense.

[carptricks]

You'd think it'd be common sense that everyone here isn't too keen on dying.

[scurveydog]

With this sorry lot I can't say I'm surprised.

[carptricks]

["Who are you" "Who are these higher powers" "What's the hard way home" "WHAT IS EVEN GOING ON HERE," he has like a thousand questions he wants to air now that he's got Scurvey Dog on the notebook phone line, but he keeps them all to himself]

You sure don't have a lot of faith in us.

[gambliar]

To be fair our representatives haven't exactly been the voices of reason.

[GUESS WHO'S STILL BUTTHURT ABOUT THE WASTED QUESTION

GO ON

GUESS]

[carptricks]

[IS IT YOU CELES]

Maybe next time we should all agree on a question before someone submits one.

Y'know.

To avoid unhelpful answers.

[gambliar]

[DING DING DING GIVE THE MAN A PRIZE]

Agreed. I plan on making the suggestion that we all take a vote each week to see what question gets asked, and who gets to ask it. That way no one can complain, as I should hope the majority of us have enough brainpower to vote on an intelligent question.

[carptricks]

[it's okay he's a bit annoyed too]

Sounds like a plan to me. Two weeks of bad questions and unhelpful answers is more'n enough.

I'd suggest asking what the hard way back home is next week.

[reluctantjinrou]

You think?

[carptricks]

Yep. We might've actually gotten a useful answer out of him then.

[reluctantjinrou]

Hindsight is always informative, isn't it.

[carptricks]

[sigh. . .]

It's informative, it just doesn't help our current situation. We'll have to save the question for next week.

[reluctantjinrou]

Not unless you want to die to return home. Considering the answer, I doubt you'd be alive when you got there.

[carptricks]

[his reply is a bit dry]

I think not dying is the best plan anyone here could come up with.

[reluctantjinrou]

Are you sure? The alternative is something you can't guess, it might in fact, be easier to die as suggested.