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piratejournal2014-05-04 05:15 pm
scurveydog) wrote in piratejournal2014-05-04 05:15 pm
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Week 34 - Can be read by all
Goodness! I've rarely seen the Mistress in such a state! Granted it's in large part due to the massive hangover but she's been mumbling under her breath for days now and sending kicks this poor Meep's way. Whatever you've done I wish you wouldn't. She becomes rather unbearable after a while. At any rate, she wanted me to tell you two things.
[though written through the journal is the faint rustle of paper]
If you haven't received your Typhoon Grips by now, you're out of luck and you'll have to buy them you-- Oh dear, ah-- you-- I can't even think of an appropriate word here. Well, best leave it to your imaginations. Cloud Islands have been released and will be floating in various directions. Instructions on how to use the Grip have come packaged with the instrument. She also wishes to note it's only one per crew, even if you should have multiple ships, and if you should lose it, replacements can come from Backwater at considerable cost.
The second item-- Oh, dear. It seems a little inflammatory. You know there is an old saying, pertaining when wars were fought on land-- there were no kinds of long distance communication and so in order to relay orders from one army to the other, messengers would be dispatched. Whether they carried good news or bad news, the best strategy was often considered not shooting the messenger whatever the news since he is but a humble porter and has no part in these...sorts of situations.
She says that she is lifting the ban on the Spades for the most part just to rub it in the face of those belonging to that-- to that-- Well suffice to say it's a pretty heavy derogatory term addressed to the captain of the Sinewave. Furthermore anyone caught helping that-- insert word here-- will be banned as well. She knows what you do, she says, she's not stupid.
Dear me, dear me. Er well this is a bit unprecedented and I am rather busy with my studies and suchlike, but I will be around for at least a short while to answer any questions you might have... well a few at any rate. I can't have her finding me doing this or...well...suffice to say it won't be particularly...pleasant.
[though written through the journal is the faint rustle of paper]
If you haven't received your Typhoon Grips by now, you're out of luck and you'll have to buy them you-- Oh dear, ah-- you-- I can't even think of an appropriate word here. Well, best leave it to your imaginations. Cloud Islands have been released and will be floating in various directions. Instructions on how to use the Grip have come packaged with the instrument. She also wishes to note it's only one per crew, even if you should have multiple ships, and if you should lose it, replacements can come from Backwater at considerable cost.
The second item-- Oh, dear. It seems a little inflammatory. You know there is an old saying, pertaining when wars were fought on land-- there were no kinds of long distance communication and so in order to relay orders from one army to the other, messengers would be dispatched. Whether they carried good news or bad news, the best strategy was often considered not shooting the messenger whatever the news since he is but a humble porter and has no part in these...sorts of situations.
She says that she is lifting the ban on the Spades for the most part just to rub it in the face of those belonging to that-- to that-- Well suffice to say it's a pretty heavy derogatory term addressed to the captain of the Sinewave. Furthermore anyone caught helping that-- insert word here-- will be banned as well. She knows what you do, she says, she's not stupid.
Dear me, dear me. Er well this is a bit unprecedented and I am rather busy with my studies and suchlike, but I will be around for at least a short while to answer any questions you might have... well a few at any rate. I can't have her finding me doing this or...well...suffice to say it won't be particularly...pleasant.
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[NOT LIKE CODI'S AT FAULT OR ANYTHING]
[NOPE NOT AT ALL]
[Anyway, her attention goes elsewhere; she marks this conversation and goes on to more pressing ones instead.]
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Heard y' say somethin' 'bout a Ghost race though. What's that all 'bout?
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As for the Ghost Race, I am glad you asked! It was started about two hundred years ago when Port Chance was founded. Quite a spectacle! It used to include ships of all kinds though now it is mostly a pirate race with brave merchants seeded among them. At first it was called the Great End Race though since Davey Jones' unfortunate arrival and subsequent death, it was named the Ghost Race as the beginning of it falls on his day of birth and it's said to ward off the curse of his eyes, as it were. Though his eyes have not yet appeared and let us hope they don't.
It's quite an exciting event and the Mistress and I look forward to it every year! I hope some outworlders will participate, but we shall see who is brave enough.
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An' I ain't the captain but I'll put a krill in his ear. Y' know Ace likes gettin' his name in the papers an' this sounds like a fun way t' do it without pissin' off the Navy so it'll make Miss D happy too.
[There's a pause as Namur thinks over what Meep said. There's something else he ought to ask about... oh. Right.]
Hell, since it seems like ever since ol' Jonesy brought us here all kinds a other shit y' don't want happenin' keeps happenin', tell me what happens when his eyes appear.
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[and then a voice rockets through the journal]
MEEP!
Oh dea
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