[There's a few plucks of various cords as Johnny tests out the acoustic guitar he purchased on the island. He takes his time tuning it, with his journal opened next to him.]

Ha! There we are, now it's playing the way it should.

[He clears his throat before playing a little warm-up melody.]

Since it appears we don't have much in the way of radio stations, perhaps everyone out there would like a little musical accompaniment? After all, the mood's all lovey-dovey around here, what's one more love song? This is a little tune from Earth before the great Holy War. We lost a lot of good music and history in that chaotic time, but every now and then we've managed to salvage a few old recordings.

I doubt I can do justice to Freddie Mercury, but I'll give it a shot.

[After taking a moment to gather himself, he starts to play "Love of my Life."]

Not bad string-work for a simple air pirate, I suppose.

[It has taken nearly a week, but Yoshitsugu's hopes that all of this is nothing but an unwelcome dream have dwindled. He's kept mostly to himself, making the hostel his temporary home and leaving only a handful of times, unsure of what to do, but disorientation has given way to anger now (and a sense of personal loss, though he knows not why). Everything he worked for--his dream--had come to fruition, only for it to be taken from him in the blink of an eye. He is through with being idle.

There is proof enough that the journal is more than just that, so in script that is as beautiful in spite of a trembling hand, he writes:]

I've no doubt this has been asked before, but is there any reason to believe this mysterious gem that supposedly grants wishes actually exists? If it is indeed real, I find it quite difficult to believe it comes without a price. To be told that it's possible to accomplish whatever you like simply by making a wish would arouse suspicion in even the greatest of fools, one would think. Surely there's more to it if people are actually looking for it.

[It's not like him to express anything that resembles his actual thoughts, but until he gets his footing here, he'll have to from time to time. Not that he intends to be here long enough to become established to any degree, but he gets the impression that may be out of his hands.]

I'd also like to know if I'm wrong to assume that there's little hope of returning home through any other means. I have some important business I must get back to. I'd rather not dally unnecessarily.

[ooc: yoshitsugu can be found wandering around town for a while trying to put things together if you'd rather do action! an especially observant person might get the impression that there are some intense, possibly conflicted emotions lurking beneath the surface at the moment. otherwise, he'll come off relatively calm and put together.]