This place is interesting as ever. Strange kind of weather we've been having, with that strange night and that storm that came out of nowhere and all. Hopefully you're all well.

Our last island adventure wasn't terribly exciting enough to tell the story, although I did meet someone interesting. More to the point, I'd be interested in speaking with Captain Harlock of the Triton's Mistress.

[He exhales and some might hear the grin in his voice.]

Naturally I would not turn down any conversation from the many striking ladies this world provides. Or, I guess, anyone else. I've found myself with a few minutes of rest to enjoy.

[It has been a while since red script has graced everyone's journals, hasn't it? Well, the drought is over, or is it?]

From hence forth, I'm swearing off men. Except Hawtrey. We're giving him time to lick his wounds before we come after him again. While he was a worthy adversary, we still want his head.

And maybe the occasional hottie. But they'll have to go through a rigorous body check.

[She does strike out that word a few times.]

Has anyone else decided to give up something?


-Captain Grell the Red