piratejournal | 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.

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[Yep, she's super serious about this. She's heading for the helm to check their radar. If they've left, then they'll have to just catch them, now won't they?

Grell spots Arthur and points in a certain direction.]

They're still here, and probably preparing to run! We mustn't allow them to get far!

[as soon as Grell had told him to meet them on deck, he moved that way. He'd been on the shore not too far away so it only took him a minute or two to arrive. He jumped up from the water and caught the railing, hoisting himself over it and landing heavily]

It's about time for a good bloody fight... Which way did they go?

[he looked pretty pumped up. He turned his gaze out over the ocean]

If they haven't gotten too far I could try to catch up and sabotage their rudder from underwater...

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[Grell hums, and nods.]

Yes, do that. Any damage will do until we can get the ship moving. [Which might take at least half an hour.

She opens her journal and begins to alert the rest of the crew to get on the ship. We're hunting ~~rabbits spineless curs!]~~

Alright, heheh...

[he jumped back into the water with his blade and started to swim towards where he last saw the other ship. He's loving this]

[Good, so's he. One strike against his friend is bad enough. But with this on top of it? Oh yes, time to hunt. Spreading out the chart, he notes the location.]

We should still be well supplied enough to make the run without stopping even if they get a head start.

[Bonnie comes up to the deck, basket in tow. The prospect of warring with another crew has her excited! Right now though, she's completely serious-- a change from her usual demeanor.]

We should comb the island. Last thing we need is for them to hide out and elude us completely.

An excellent suggestion!

[She looks to Arthur.]

Are you able to communicate with these creatures?

[Oh, and before she forgets! Grell looks to Bonnie.]

Did you bring anything with you?

The fairies? Yes. I've known fairies all my life.

[Arthur hated to use the fairies for war, but the other crew was attacking them. That made things different.]

I'll ask around. Any that won't talk to me will talk to Mint.

[He could probably find out that some of their kin were captured, too.]

Thank you. I'll leave you to that.

I'll be back as soon as I have something.

[Excuse him, dashing for the side to head to shore.]

'Course.

[From her basket, she pulls out a pair of apples. She tosses one to Grell, with a stem on the top. It's a regular ol' apple!

The one she's holding has a fuse as opposed to a stem, and she's gripping it tightly.]

One's for filling, one's for killing. If anyone needs any weapons, I can lend them some.

[Bonnie is the best! Grell catches the apple with ease and bites into it, almost as if it were made of butter. Sharp teeth and all. She hums at the delicious flavor, munching happily before swallowing.]

Amazing~! [Ah, she'll have to get more apples soon!]

[With a curtsy, she smiles and places the apple grenade back into her basket.]

I aim to please. I'll get going on tracking those bastards down, don't you worry. [and she'll have to keep it in mind to stock up on apples next time that they're on Isla Empieza]

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