piratejournal | 001

Okay.

[Deep breath. It's not that scary to talk to a book. Even if it's really weird and she hates this and wants to go home. She was supposed to actually have some time off. Be a slightly normal teenager.

That was the deal.

Save the world, get a week off.

Was it really that hard?!

So, early afternoon on the eleventh, after some exploring, she's sitting with her journal, posing her question.]

I jus' need t' ask y'all somethin'.

[Because this is important. Seriously important.]

Has anyone seen pyramids? Here. They might be stone or maybe metal. I just need t' know if there are any.

[If there are, maybe Apocalypse is still trapped, pulling them here to get his 'keys' again. To open whatever doors there are in this world.

Because that's who she suspects this 'Davy Jones' is. Just another name of Apocalypse for another place in space and time.

The last part, she says to herself, more as an after note. She doesn't quite know how these things work yet.]

Cracks of time, huh? Great. Really.

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I read the poem at the fountain, yeah. Sounds like a real nice distraction.

[Because, well, putting something like that in plain sight? Making sure the people who arrived would see it? Seemed to have worked with at least one person she'd met. Girl was absolutely sure that mattered.]

Possibly. Which is why some crews, like my own, spend a good deal of their time trying to uncover more information about this world. Whether through interrogation or...other means. Not that we have the best luck. The Navy here is rather useless.

I was told they're somethin' of a threat.

I meant useless for the purpose of gathering information. They don't know any more than we do about whatever magical properties this jewel might have, or about Davy Jones, or any of that. They're mostly just scared of the unknown and paint all of us as pirates, and as such see us as a threat. And then act against us.

For the most part, we've usually been able to hold our own when fighting them. Usually.

An' that doesn' seem strange t' you? That people who've been here their whole lives don' know anythin' about somethin' everyone else is makin' such a big deal out of?

[Like she said: it smells like a distraction to her. Chasing after a fairy tale to keep them focused away from whatever the real intention of bringing them here was.

Like Apocalypse trying to find the right "keys."]

Of course it's strange. I suppose they know some things, just nothing overly informative or helpful. You know how it goes, things are lost to history, facts become myths and legends. They know Davy Jones once existed, they know there is a fabled jewel that supposedly grants wishes -- that's why there are plenty of people in this world who want it, too.

Everyone seems to know exactly that much, though. So if this is a distraction, as you seem to think, it might be difficult finding out the truth of why we're here. And how to get back.

It jus' seems too obvious, y'know? An' too convenient. But offer people money an' power, an' they aren' gonna focus on a lot else.

[And this gem seemed to offer both in one simple package.]

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