Week 22

[scurveydog]

Well then seems like yer all alive and accounted for. Good job sendin' her back where she belongs and good riddance. Thank'ee for bein' reasonably kind to my idiot apprentice whose gone back off to do his booky things so yer stuck wi' me. Still recoverin' a bit. Got a sinus infection on top a everythin', but Dog's alright, Dog's alright. Let's get back ta th' usual then, shall we?

News

Navy's back in full force. Gonna be scoutin' around the West doin' patrols and hittin' hard. I wouldn't take it lightly if I were you since I heard they used their holin' up time to develop some new techniques ta deal wi' ye lot. Especially as they seem to have figured out dyin' isn't exactly permanent. Not a good thing for them ta know but it is what it is and ye'll just ha'e to trounce em or avoid gettin' captured.

Heard some pirate groups are massin' in the South East so I'd watch out for 'em, too. What I'd really do is go in and break 'em up afore they can start allyin' which means trouble fer ye, but that's yer business, not mine.

Weather

North: Be expectin' gale force winds ta come up around mid-week, coupled with snow so fast ye can't see yer hand in front 'o ye. Be prepared to furl sail and weigh anchor, though it's probably better if ye make harbor somewhere.

West: Dry'n cold. The bitter kind and the wind don't help none. Will whick right through yer bones if ye aren't wearin' somethin' warm.

East: Wet, but just a lotta rain. Warmer'n usual temperatures'll cause a lot 'o thunderheads and maybe even a typhoon on Saturday so keep that in mind.

South: Almost a paradise this time 'o year with temperatures balmy and calm. Might hit doldrums now and again so I hope ye lot are ready to row.

An' that's what I got fer ye. Ye get one question as usual and I don' wanna hear, oh but Meep g'es us everythin' we ask fer. He's also a door mat which the Dog hain't so suck it up and deal wi' it.

[and not too long later]

Th' crew' o' the Triton's Mistress not only be banned but won't even catch a glimmer o' what the Dog says for th' next three months, not that it'll bother that little know-everythin'.

Anyone else want ta come up with a complaint? Ship it somewhere else.

Comments

[Voice]

[breaks_pots]

Hello Mister Dog! I learned some new songs! I got a songbook from Miss Margaret. I don't know if it has any song you know in it, but if you tell me a name, I can check and I'll play it for you if it's in there.

[He was getting better about asking questions without them being questions.]

[scurveydog]

Oh ho! Ye got 'The Girl wi' th' Golden Feathers' in there?

[breaks_pots]

Let me check...

[Link's voice faded out as the sound of another book's pages being turned came in loud and clear - he'd set it on top of the journal for convenience. It took him almost a minute to flip every page in search of something that looked similar in title if not exact because he didn't recognize that name.]

I don't have that exactly. I have 'The Girl with Golden Wings'. I can play that for you if it is close enough.

[scurveydog]

That'll work. Let me hear it, laddie.

[hostclubshadowking]

It's good to hear from you. Your assistant had said you were getting on as well as could be, but it's still a relief to get to hear from you, Dog.

[scurveydog]

Tis a relief fer me as well. I hate messin' wi' that kind'o thing. Nearly drowned meself and all and Meep can hardly swim either so I don't know what that peabrained idiot was thinkin'.

[hostclubshadowking]

I hope it will be quite some time before you or anyone here has to mess with something like that again.

[scurveydog]

Same and all. But ye know, th' man himself makes the witch look like a stroll in th' park and that was afore he was how he is now. It hain't gonna get easier ta do this.

Voice

[just_a_minute]

I'm tired of all this crap. Supposedly the only thing that can send us home is that gem... so how the hell- [He trailed off, trying to be very careful in what he asks- since you only get one chance] We know that new people are brought here all the time. It seems like if new people can be brought here then they should be able to leave just as easily.

AND PEOPLE HAVE LEFT BEFORE.

So how the hell are they getting out of this dump?!

[scurveydog]

I hain't even sure how he's bringin' ye here in th' first place so I know balls all about how he's sendin' ye back, if he's indeed th' one doin' it. I expect the reason' is he either finds ye lackin' in some way or ye slip through a crack in the quantum thingy net that Meep's always babblin' about. I'll let ye know if I ever find out.

[just_a_minute]

[There's nothing surprising in the response but it doesn't do much to quell Ban's attitude.]

Tch- as far as I've seen you don't know much about any subject. Sure you deliver these weekly messages but what good do they do? Really? Like the weather is so damned important...

[Yeah, someone is agitated about something and he's taking it out on who ever happens to be there]

They haven't prevented anything, they haven't brought us any closer to what we actually want to accomplish.

[scurveydog]

It's hardly my fault if ye are too blindingly stupid ta use all the information I can provide. I hain't a book and this is as new ta me as it is ta ye, so kindly take yer attitude and shove it up yer ass or refrain from askin' questions which ye obviously don't appreciate the answers to.

written;

[hiken]

Marco isn't going to like this.

[scurveydog]

Which part hain't he goin' ta like?

[hiken]

Well, the whole point of us sailing North was to see if there were sunnier places.

Now we're gonna get hit by snow.

[scurveydog]

Aye, yer pretty much buggered for it! I'd hunker down somewhere warm if ye can! Try not ta let any important bits fall off!

[collagehero]

I don't wanna waste any questions, but I do wanna know if you got your present, Dog! I used my pastels to draw some pictures to decorate for Rin's birthday party today, so I'm making good use of the present you got me!

[scurveydog]

Got it and thank'ee. I'm glad yer makin' use of yers! Hope it suits yer colorful personality and the Dog wouldn't mind seein' a picture 'o two herself. Meep has a birthday on the fourteenth 'o this month so if ye wouldn't mind doodlin' him a little somethin' somethin' ta make him feel appreciated I'd be much obliged ta ye.

[collagehero]

Got it! I'll make sure to draw him something extra special!

[scurveydog]

I'm sure he'll appreciate it. He seems ta like th' lot 'o ye fer some unknowable reason.

[voice]

[rebellions]

So, the bitch is back.

[He's missed you, can't you tell.]

Here's a tip: next time you know shit like that may go down, warn us before it happens, not in the middle of it.

[scurveydog]

Here's a tip. I don't give a good goddamn about what ye want. Ye take what I give when I give it and be grateful or ye don't get it at all.

[rebellions]

No, I mean...

[This isn't really going as planned... Not that he had any plan to begin with.]

... I guess you weren't completely useless back there, so...

[Why is gratitude so hard oh god.]

... Yeah.

[scurveydog]

Yer welcome.

Voice;

[justgetseconds]

I do hope you feel better, soon. If you can get a hold of it, a bit of lavender or chamomile oil in your tea will help.