Why is there a chick in my kitchen?

On the counter.

In a tea towel.

I'm not cooking it and I'm sure as hell not cleaning up its crap, so someone better come claim it or I'm letting it loose.

[The message comes at night, as he's wandering on the deck. He's not up for guard duty tonight, but he still can't sleep, even if now that island is at a good distance away from them, the effects it had on him haven't vanished. He's still too close to his boiling point, or maybe he's already boiling and it's just a matter of time before he explodes in a ball of fire, anger and hate. Sleeping isn't an option in this state and he knows it better than anyone else. While asleep he may not be able to control his Cosmo, or he may enter into a nightmare that finally tips him over the edge. He may fall into sleep deep enough that he won't be able to know where he is when he wakes up, if someone comes to wake him up he may attack them driven by instinct and the thirst for destruction and release. He may attack Ace if his game of musical beds leads him to his bed, and while he doubts it would cause lasting damage, he would prefer to not do that.

So he doesn't even try to sleep, instead he wanders around the ship and enjoys the silence of the night. Not everyone is asleep yet, but it's calm enough that it could seem so. Eventually, he hits the journals after finding something floating in the water and that he picks up.]

Anyone else thinks that sleep is overrated tonight?

[There's a short pause.]

Right, I almost forgot, we're in Easter period. If anyone wonders why there are eggs in places there shouldn't be or weren't before, it seems this place wants to celebrate that with us.

I found a golden egg floating besides the ship just now, or an egg painted with a gold like color at least. If memory serves well those things should be made of chocolate or actual hard boiled egg-

[There's a cracking sound as the egg's shell starts to break, causing Ikki to stop talking. A few seconds later the chirps of a little chick are heard.]

Or a fucking fluffy chick apparently. What the hell?

[That's definitively not what he expected.]

Has anyone else found one of those cute chicks?

[Chirping could be heard in the background. Guess who has one himself?]

I found mine yesterday and he's adorable. [He goes quiet for a moment as the sound of chirping gets closer.]

I'm trying to look for another egg myself but someone on board keeps finding them so I don't get a chance. [And he knows who that is.] So if anyone has one that they might not want can they be ever so kind and give them to Lady Elizabeth for me. She likes Easter very much and I think it will make her happy.

[He can recall the last Easter they celebrated when they were all wearing bunny ears. That reminds him...] Oh! Does anyone know if any of them explode? If some do, I wouldn't suggest giving those to anyone.

[there is the sound of the wind and the trilling whistle of an albatross call overhead. Thatch whistles back and there is a splash as something hits the water. Then he begins to ( sing )

[his voice sounds jovial as he sings but that's only because he is. Far from Serenes and he's feeling relief and joy to be out on the open sea. He pulls the net up and there's a clatter on the deck]

I've heard of sea cucumbers but sea eggs is a new one.

[for anyone on the Moon you can see Thatch with a bucket of brightly colored eggs at his feet as he casts his net back into the water]

[The first part of his entry is addressed to everyone as a general inquiry, and sounds no different than normal Philip nattering. Curious. Clinical.]

I'm going to go ahead and bargain that it is safe to assume that if someone has been missing for four days when you are accustomed to knowing their whereabouts they are probably no longer present. Is there a specific manner in which people track a person being in this world?

[He doesn't bother to try figuring out how to filter things to specific people, just pauses before addressing certain crewmates. He sounds oddly tired, at this point.]

Akichan, a word please.

And-- for the Captain, I have some curiosities about the Navigation system, should you find yourself with a spare moment to discuss.

[Mitsunari's voice may not be a familiar one as he uses the journal so infrequently. Today he's actually bothering with it because he's realized there's a practical, productive use he can get out of the darn thing. What is that, you ask?

He can spread propaganda for a dead guy!]

"Hideyoshi Toyotomi."

If you have never before heard this name--my lord's name--commit it to memory immediately. You are no longer allowed to claim ignorance of his existence.

Lord Hideyoshi was an exemplary person. A paragon! His noble ambition was to unify the Land of the Rising Sun once and for all! Though his life was cruelly extinguished by Ieyasu Tokugawa, I am speaking now to ensure that his memory persists.

When you hear that name, understand that it commands respect! Know it belonged to a man whose magnificence will never, in all of time, be matched by another!

...

And if you are aware of my lord's works and still choose not to acknowledge his greatness, know that your behavior is absolutely unconscionable!

[So! ...Any questions?]

[Codi hasn't had a lot of time to sleep the past couple of nights, thanks to the most recent, most lovely curse set upon her ship, but she's not angry about it. It's given her something to do--more importantly, given her some time to think. And she has been thinking, quite a lot...]

[When her voice comes over the journals early that morning, Codi sounds as chipper as ever. Perhaps a little too much for the time of day.]

So! This Navy Ball is happening soon. Sounds fun, doesn't it?

[There's a pause, and a sip. Codi has her morning tea with her, conversing as casually as if she's speaking to someone across the table from her. That is where the journal is, after all.]

I'm thinking that we'll all need to dress our best for this--for anyone going, I mean. Who plans on going, anyways? [Another sip.] We should get a good count, so we can do some...costume shopping. Right? Unless someone can make a whole ton of Navy uniforms by next week?

[Siiiiip.]

We'll also need to alter the menu a little bit for if our...special guest shows up. But I could use some help with that.

Is anyone near Candy Mountain Island right now, or can be there in the next week? I have a very important request for you!

[She signs the bottom of the post in black ink, with slanted, flourished lettering: ]

Captain Dakota Perkins
Magnificent Bastards

( Private to Namur )

[Written in blue ballpoint pen in a neat, calligraphic hand that is at odds with such a modern instrument.]

Do you dance? Are you familiar with the dancing from this world?

While I am no stranger to dancing in Ferelden, I fear that I know very little about what steps are popular in this new world despite being here for over six months. I should like to correct this ignorance and make use of my long neglected skills.

If you would be willing to provide dancing lessons, please reply to this entry.

-EC