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.]

[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.

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]

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

[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'.

written;

[hiken]

Marco isn't going to like this.

[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.

[scurveydog]

Which part hain't he goin' ta like?

[hostclubshadowking]

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

[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.

[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!

[scurveydog]

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

[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.

[hostclubshadowking]

I was afraid of that.

[scurveydog]

Not ta mention th' other pirates who are gonna get on ye should they even suspect ye have a shard and the Navy which'll do so in any case due to who ye are-- and well other things which may happen but I hope will not since then we'll all be buggered over and cryin'.

[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.

[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!

[breaks_pots]

[Link answered with a fast-paced, high pitched song where each note was short - almost like imitating a xylophone. It gave the impression of small tropical birds dancing and hopping from tree to tree. The complexity of the notes and pace were more than clear and it was very likely that the piece was meant to be played by experienced musicians. The fact that Link didn't miss a single one and there were no sour notes spoke well of his raw skill.

When he was done with it, he laughed.]

I like that one.

[The way he said that implied it was his first time playing it. And it was.]

[scurveydog]

That's beautiful. Yer quite the talented little snippet, hain't ya? Whats' yer favorite song in there?

[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.

[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.

[breaks_pots]

I don't know. That's the first one I've played. I got the book while I was on the Antoinette, but I had to paint the railing so I wouldn't be bored. I haven't had time to play through all of them yet. I'm getting the little boat ready for a trip to an island with fairies, but I was waiting for you to write today so I've been on a break because I didn't want to miss you.

[scurveydog]

Well here I be and I thank ye fer the entertainment. If ye find a song that speaks to ye, let me hear it. Yer playin' is quite soothin' ta this old Dog.

[breaks_pots]

I will. I'll try them all out this week while we're sailing. I want to ask you a question about the island I'm going to and I don't know how to say it so it's not a question.