[voice entry, backdated to the 17th]

[crankyshark]

 [As always, Thash's entry is in voice rather than writing... He's not so good at writing. However one might question why when they hear how weak and tired yet obviously pissed off his voice sounds]

Anyone out there meet the Corpse King.... Do me a favor and freaking kill him. Painfully. I've lost enough dang friends recently.... [first Dave and Gene vanish, and now this? It was too much] and that piece of crap had to go adding to the number. Seriously, make him wish he was dead and kill him.

[okay, that was enough of that. He didn't have the energy to go on an energetic rant... He'd just woken up from a few hours of deep exhaustion-induced sleep thanks to being poisoned. A sleep that probably would have been rather more permanent if not for the efforts of a certain crew member]

[What he said next was private to Grell]

Hey, Captain....you might've found this out already but in case you haven't.... [a miserable sigh] Katarina is dead. The Corpse King killed her.

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[givemelee]

[Sneaky ways? Well- Ratonhnhaké:ton's methods tended to rely on stealth too.. but he wouldn't interject that. He also had no qualms facing opponents face to face either and would stand up for his crew.] It very well could be. Who knows how many crews he has been through in his duration as captain. You would think with a notoriety building like that that there would be few that would sail under his colors.

[It was a relief to know that his friend on a distant ship was in slightly better spirits than when he first sent this] I am not even sure where to begin. [A sigh] We have run into a few... difficulties ourselves.

[crankyshark]

Yeah, you'd think...

[though the man on the other side of the journal would to be able to see it, Thash frowned in concern as he mentioned difficulties]

Really....we've been 'sailing some rough seas' ourselves lately so it's been hard to keep up with current events. What's happened?