Week 49

[scurveydog]

Yer lucky yer getting’ anythin’ this week. That bastard rooted around in just about everythin’ an’ took a journal wi’ him. Don’ know what that’s like ta bring about, but keep on yer guard. Like as not ye can’t trust him. A’course he didn’ know what he was doin’ an’ summat may have happened related ta summat I was doin’ that was probably not to be done and might hae made things a wee bit more problematic than they ought… but don’t ask me about it. I’ll fix it afore it becomes a problem fer ye… Likely.

But as it stands, everythin’s a mess, I hae a headache wider than a behemoth’s arse, and I don’t hae the patience ‘o a wet hare.

But here ye are as much as I can give.

News

Ye wanna be bounty hunters ‘o yer own kind, news is there’s summat bein’ set up fer it. Hain’t got no idea what it be. Ye’ll hae ta wait ta find out lest ye want ta poke inta it yerselves. Cloud Islands ‘ve been tucked away wherever they keep ‘em by now so if ye wanted ta go to ‘em, yer outta luck. First ‘o th’ month is go ta hell day in most ‘o the shops. In short if they be open expect th’ worst customer service ye’ve ever had. In Gun Frontier its like as not ye’ll get shot fer even showin’ yer face at th’ door.

Weather

North: Cool.

East: Wet

West: Hot’n’humid as monkey balls taped ta a door.

South: Amiable.


That be it. Ye get yer question which, ta remind all ye new folk, is one question. Someone asks somethin’ wi’ a hooky bit an’ I answer it? Question done. Get to it.

Comments

Written;

[hiken]

Who runs Stela's slave operation?

[scurveydog]

That goes further'n ye can dig and it hain't safe ta be diggin' there anyway.

[hiken]

Nobody's safe in this world. Even if you want to make things calmer and safer, you can't.

If you want to answer, go ahead. Otherwise, we're already there.

[scurveydog]

Ye hain't there. Not all th' way. But ye do what ye can. I've got bigger problems than that. Ye've all got bigger problems than that. But not yet.

[hiken]

That's not what I mean.

We broke into Stela.

'Safety' is a word wasted on pirates.

[scurveydog]

Hain't much talkin' 'bout yer safety either. There's more ta this world than ye pirates and yer problems.

[hiken]

I know that much. That's the point of selfishness though, isn't it? When you ignore what other people want and you aim just for what you want.

[scurveydog]

Justify it however ye want. Ta be honest th' more 'o a headache ye gie ta those that deserve it, th' better off I feel.

[hiken]

'Headache' is a good way to put it.

Also: sorry if I mess the weather up a little.

[scurveydog]

How are ye goin' ta mess up th' weather?

[hiken]

I don't know how it works or what it does exactly. It just does--a lot--even if I don't do anything.

It'll get worse, because I'm definitely going to get serious, here.

[scurveydog]

I'll be sure ta keep an eye on it.

[hoodwinking]

If you're not going to answer Portgas' question, I have one.

Are there hunters from this world poised to come after us? I'm surprised no one has gone out of their way to seek more of our bigger troublemakers out.

[scurveydog]

As far as I understand they're buildin' up their forces ta do just that. Establishin' some elites. But I hain't got much more details'n that.

[hoodwinking]

[Elites... of course. With all the monsters running around this place, they couldn't just send any old hunter to pull off this job.]

That's fine for now. Thank you for the info.

[scurveydog]

Hain't nothin', girlie.

[ridingtheclouds]

Ah, I did warn that one... I hope it wasn't too much trouble being in HIS body.

[scurveydog]

Ye know I don't even want ta remember it.

[ridingtheclouds]

Not the bathing sort, I take it.

Written

[sinister_blade]

You should keep your weather reports short like this. Less trouble for both sides of the journal.

voice;

[feetarestrange]

Heading east is sounding pretty good right about now.