[Written]

[Finding himself on unfamiliar terrain had been jarring but he was trying to be pragmatic about all of this nonsense. He'd found that message from Scurvey Dog, and taken a little time to familiarize himself more with the situation before putting pen to paper. He was not inclined to comply with this Davy Jone's characters wishes but this gem was the only clue he had towards how he might be able to find a way home.

The locals were treating all of the newcomers with suspicion and fear. The atmosphere was unsettling. The sooner he could gather a crew, the sooner they could get off this rock. Not that he had any desire to spent more time at sea after that Campania mess...

Worst of all? Ciel was lacking one demon butler. Sending his servant to make the necessary arrangements would have made this much easier, but for some reason he was not heeding his master's call.]

Evening,

I'll spare you from having to witness another missive filled with confusion and astonishment at what has transpired... if the information I've already received is accurate I'd only be serving to tell you what you've already experienced for yourselves.

[The script was elegant and flowing. It looked like the author was exercising great care]

Instead, I have a proposition to extend.

I'm keen on leaving Isla Empieza as soon as I'm able but I require a crew. Therefore, if there are any interested parties, anyone who is without a ship or those that are not satisfied with their current arrangements then please get in contact with me. [Trying to sell this idea to total strangers wasn't going to be easy. In England he at least had his name to encourage cooperation but that meant nothing here.] I realize this is an important decision and I'm open to answering any questions you might have. I also would like to inquire as to who has previous sailing experience or any sort of skills that may be of value on our voyages. [Just don't ask me that. Cough]

Sincerely,

[He's been wandering around enough to see other posts and learn a bit about the journal's function.]

So we're given a journal, some money, and we're expected to leave this island as soon as possible via ship? [His voice sounds pretty skeptical.] Aren't there other options?

[In the background there is the sound of seagulls and the sea washing against the docks.]

I don't think I've been on a ship for longer than a day, if that long... [He can already feel he's going to have an awful time at sea. There is a sigh.]

From what I can see, not everyone has a journal like this. Any particular reason why?

I'm starting to think that nobody knows what bending is around here...

[But what better way to track them down than through this?]

Is there anyone here who can? Water, earth, fire, anything? Or does anyone even know what it is?

[She doesn't bother with air, for what she feels are obvious reasons.]

[have a cheerful voice rocketing over the journals]

YO! We're gonna have a big pirate emaciation tomorrow! And a barrel race in boar valley! And meat! And drinks! Everyone should come and have fun!

[So it's been a bit of time since she and Robin have been rescued by the good people aboard the Shepherd. She had jumped overboard to save Robin, who had been knocked away by a massive storm.

That she directed the ship into.

Oops.

It's something that's been digging into her ever since it happened. Navigating wasn't exactly her expertise, but she should at least have been able to recognize that a storm was coming. Right? She's done her best to keep a brave face, especially in front of Robin. Still, the young mermaid works hard to show the crew of the Shepherd her gratitude, from making snacks to cleaning. It might take the crew a little while to get used to the sight of a green-haired mermaid floating around the ship on a giant bubble, though.

Still, when she's alone, the guilt of the storm continues to eat at her. She knows she can't allow something like that to happen again. Everyone made it out unharmed, but she might not be so lucky next time. If someone was seriously hurt because of her incompetence, she would never be able to forgive herself.]

Is there... someone out there who's really good at navigating? Could they, maybe, give some lessons to someone who really wants to learn?

[ (Backdated to before the crew arrives at Empieza) ]

[Not knowing how else to begin, Akira simply taps the page a few times.]

Testing...testing...1, 2. Alright, hopefully this is going out.

[He clears his throat for just a second before continuing.]

Okay, so I think I've got the gist of it now. I can here in a...well, let's just say I didn't come here in the best of states, and I didn't have the most graceful landing. Going from being laid out on a table as someone's guinea pig, to near-drowned in a fountain doesn't exactly do much for the old mental state.

So I guess I need to join up with someone of you guys, right? Okay, I'm gonna' lay all my cards on the table early on, and maybe we can go from there.

Number one. I'm not some marauder. I'm not gonna' go stealin' boats and killing and all that crazy shit, and I ain't gonna' put up with people who do. I had my share of bad guys, back home.

Number two. My needs are few. I know how to live in the wild when I have to, so I don't exactly need fancy accommodations.

[This'll be rough.]

Number three, the biggie. I've got a...special condition that'll come up sooner or later. More often than not, around full moon. I'm a werewolf. It's not exactly something I could hide for any length of time on a boat, and I don't want people freakin' out. I know I'm far from the only non-human around here. I'm not dangerous, I'm not violent, it's just my genes. Got it?

But aside from that, I learn very quickly and I'm eager to find the pieces of this...thing. The sooner we do that, the sooner we leave this rock.