piratejournal | Audio -> Text; Early AM, 11th

[Ace's post begins with a number of screaming pleas. They're cut off in an instant and bodies are heard hitting the ground, one rapidly after the other. Beyond that, a set of slow foot-steps permeates past that noise. It all stops--just as the sound of an anchor being towed up from the water follows.]

I'm tired of making you bow. [Another man fell--and then another.]

Those of you who can still stand. Raise your sails and turn the helm 45 degrees clockwise. To Aeolipile.

Please! We don't want to go there! There's madmen, there! The Sea Witch is--Ungh!

[Another man hit the floor at that--presumably the one crying out to Ace.]

You have my apologies. Next time, just remember--I'm never going to ask you questions. I'm only going to be issuing commands.

[At that, Ace's journal ceased sending over his voice.]

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[TEXT - PRIVATE TO THE SPADES]

Pack everything up and run. If you don't run in time, then don't let me reach the shore.