hey, guys...pretty crazy storm, huh? I don't know if any of you give a crap about this kinda thing, but... We seem to have some friendly company around our ship at the moment.

[he's quiet for a bit, and there's some normal sounds of wind rustling the sails and water splashing around the hull as they sail. Then another sound- something deep and almost musical. It's the call of a whale; one of many from a pod that's come to swim close to the ship out of curiosity. Soon there's also a noise like water being forcefully expelled from a blowhole. One of them must be surfacing to breathe]

past experience says these guys won't stick around long, so if you've ever wanted to see a whale up close this is your chance.

[The writing's a little ruff, he hasn't had to make do with the table in the galley for ages]

Due to circumstances beyond my control I'm in the market for a new writing desk. I'm checking to make sure there isn't an island of strange furniture makers I don't know about.

[Yes Harlock did leave the Mistress's shard out on his desk, and it caught fire when he out dealing with the storm. Better the desk than his Heavy Red Bourbon

The journal picks him mumbling.]

It was to big for the room anyway. Not sure how he got half of that stuff in there in the first place.