[well... he did talk about this to...someone(?) at some point he faintly remembers. He hears a few new voices so perhaps it's time to help orient people the best he can. He doesn't imagine he'll be able to cut down on the chaos but--perhaps]

Welcome, new people...I suppose.

If you have any questions that can't be solved by common sense... I guess I can answer them. [scratches the back of his head] There's a lot I don't know. Or...maybe there's not a lot to know?

Well, it doesn't matter. This is a welcoming committee of sorts.

I'm Aokiji. [though saying he was one or the other didn't really matter in this environment...but perhaps there were Marines from home? It would help them feel more at ease]

Try to stay out of trouble.

 Hrmmm... ever since that talent show, I've been practicin' my fingers off... I'd write this out, but my fingers are sore. So you have to deal with my voice. I know it ain't refined and crap, but anyway.

[He clears his throat.]

That show... it was... a lot of fun. So, I wanted to thank everyone who saw us. And everyone who performed... a competition is only as good as your opponents, and a lot of you kicked my hide. I've got a lot to work in order to catch up to you guys. And it made me think about how grateful I ought to be to a lot of you guys. Not just Ma and the crew, but if you think about it... there's a lot of good people out here! And we should appreciate it!

[Aaand he's tearing up. Because of course he is.]

We coulda gotten stuck with robbers and murderers and all kinds of evil people, but instead, a lot of us are gettin' along and helpin' each other out! I know there's a lot to complain about this place, but there's just as much to be grateful for! So all I wanted to say, to everyone of you.... th... thank you! Thank you very much!

[The journal only picks up the end of her song before she speaks up, her tone of voice a much more somber tone than her usual cheery tone.]

First off welcome to all of the new arrivals. My apologies that you have wound up here and my apologies again for not greeting you with a much warmer welcome.

[A very long sigh and a more passive tone.]

I must apologize to my crew but I would like to request a small break from my duties... I will just need some time to myself. [A brief pause.] My lord Bradly, might I be as bold as to request to hear more of your playing?

[She's been somber lately. Spades might have noticed she and Namur had been being very passive aggressive at each other for a week or so before he left. And with Namur AND Thatch missing, as well as others, well, she's been going through the motions of work and not so chatty.]

How many crews out there are missing people? [she's clue hunting. Maybe it's a new event. A new shitty thin that Jones is doing to them.] I know a few crews are ...having this problem and I'm curious to when and how.

That's all. Nothing mysterious. I just want to know what we're dealing with here. We got new people coming in, but we lost a lot of people recently too. Why.

And... welcome, to those of you who are new. Fair winds at your back.

[To Spades, she could be found on the moon, journal beside her as she sharpens and polishes her sword while keeping look out for now.]

[A cheery and slightly pompous violin piece plays in the background, as the gentle click of a tea cup being placed on a saucer can be heard.]

*Ahem*

I would like it to be brought to the attention of the crew, that I will now be serving tea on the main deck, and that those of you who consider yourself too unpolished for tea time need not show up. However, for those of you who don't show up, I will be holding a lecture on the proper manners for tea with royalty. Those who fail to attend either of these events will be hunted down, and receive an even harsher punishment from me than I would give to a captured murderous pirate. Am I perfectly understood?

[Why yes, Maribelle did just give her whole crew an ultimatum even though she's not captain. She'll just guilt trip anyone to death who would question it.]

For those of you who are not a member of our fine crew, I would ask that you take a moment to think on what it means to be a fine upstanding citizen to you. I am curious as to the general consensus of the masses.

[Before the journal closes, Brady can be heard in the background grumbling something under his breath while continuing to play for Maribelle]

Okay.

[Deep breath. It's not that scary to talk to a book. Even if it's really weird and she hates this and wants to go home. She was supposed to actually have some time off. Be a slightly normal teenager.

That was the deal.

Save the world, get a week off.

Was it really that hard?!

So, early afternoon on the eleventh, after some exploring, she's sitting with her journal, posing her question.]

I jus' need t' ask y'all somethin'.

[Because this is important. Seriously important.]

Has anyone seen pyramids? Here. They might be stone or maybe metal. I just need t' know if there are any.

[If there are, maybe Apocalypse is still trapped, pulling them here to get his 'keys' again. To open whatever doors there are in this world.

Because that's who she suspects this 'Davy Jones' is. Just another name of Apocalypse for another place in space and time.

The last part, she says to herself, more as an after note. She doesn't quite know how these things work yet.]

Cracks of time, huh? Great. Really.