First order a business. Owin’ ta a certain apology, which wasn’t th’ best but it hain’t as if I expect that girl ta be competent in anythin’, th’ Sinewave ban is partially lifted. That lot’ll be unable ta comment since, if I hear that voice again it’ll be too damn soon.

Second, since ye lot like Meep so much yer goin’ ta be seein’ him near th’ end ‘o the month. We happened on a shard we don’t need and so yer great friend what can’t seem ta keep his mouth shut’ll be hostin a kinda knowledge contest ta see who all is smart enough ta get it. Ye get two representatives from each crew. Just two. Send any more and I’ll boot th’ lot ‘o ye.

News
‘S been fair quiet lately. Hain’t sure if that be a good thing or a bad thing but there be somethin’ on th’ wind, so keep yer guard up. Quite a few flower festivals goin’ around if ye want ta join ‘em. They say th’ wine they serve at th’ Himmelen Festival ‘o Flowers an Light is th’ best in th’ world.

Weather

North: Smooth sailin from here til th’ middle ‘o next week when a heavy fog’ll roll in an’ stay around fer a few days. After it clears up it’ll leave a bit ‘o a chill behind but nothin’ ye can’t fix wi’ a sweater.

East: Hot’n’dry. Don’t expect sailin’ ta be fun if yer wantin’ wind ta do it with. Expect sudden thunderstorms next week, wi’ plenty ‘o hail ta go round.

West: Rain’s moved there fer now and seems ta be hangin’ around. Mostly drizzilin warm but expect ta be lashed now an’ again. Next weekend should be clear and, all told, a good day fer sailin.

South: Flat as a mirrored pond’n twice as hot as it’s ever been. I’d rather be East than South this time ‘o year. Try not ta dehydrate out there or they’ll be no help fer ye.


Now as ta that, it’s all I have. As a general reminder ye get one question fer all ‘o ye per week. Can’t believe I gotta keep sayin’ so, but given yer level ‘o understandin’ I should just be grateful that ye can read.

This has been an interesting end to the night.
[All that commotion he's managed to lose his fellow crew mates in the middle of getting out of the navy base and into the night. He's a little to used to having to be the distraction, which meant he'd gone one way when everyone else went another.]

Locked to the Mistress crew


Haythan,Elissa, Lenalee you get out in one piece?

I'm rather sure I've missed our ride back by now.

I managed to rent a room in an inn for the night in order to have a place to stow my dress while I attended the fair. The innkeeper seemed to think allowing a lady to have the room would leave it in better order than the pair of Navy men who had made prior arrangements.

I may have helped her line of thought in that direction.

Greetings, everyone.

[Elizabeth's usual cheerful tone is currently missing from her voice, leaving it to sound more thoughtful and serious than usual.]

I was wondering... Does anyone know how is it possible for people from the same world come here but be from different dates? Like, if when someone was last at their world it was March and then for someone else from their same world it was June before they were brought here. If no one knows, venturing a guess is fine as well, I just... Want to try to understand this better.

I know that the easy answer would be "it's magic!" but... If it's really something so simple why not make it so everyone is from the same time?

[It's quite a shot in the dark, she knows it. But there are many people out there, some even well experienced with magic and such, maybe someone will be able to shred some light on that. Though she's not sure if that will help her to feel less out of place.]

[Private to Sebastian]

Sebastian, could I go to the masquerade ball?

[She asks through the journal because she doesn't dare to do so in person. She has the feeling the answer will be negative, though, it will be full of Navy officers and other crews... Ciel would probably say that it could end being too dangerous and that it was better for her to stay on the ship.

Still, she wants to give it a try.]

[If Yato sounds a little unimpressed, that wouldn't be a bad interpretation. A little chick can be heard chirping.]

What am I supposed to do with a baby chicken?

I found it in an egg and all it does is chirp at me. Does anyone know what I'm supposed to do with it?

[Written in blue ballpoint pen in a neat, calligraphic hand that is at odds with such a modern instrument.]

Do you dance? Are you familiar with the dancing from this world?

While I am no stranger to dancing in Ferelden, I fear that I know very little about what steps are popular in this new world despite being here for over six months. I should like to correct this ignorance and make use of my long neglected skills.

If you would be willing to provide dancing lessons, please reply to this entry.

-EC

Marco here.

Sorry for my state in the last post, and thank you very much to those sweet enough to humor me, you're too kind.

Bepo, and Vyse, I have duplicates of my maps for you, assuming you both still want them.

For everyone else, I've made about twenty copies of various maps and directions to the Corsair Naval Masquerade Ball. Likewise, in the interest of furthering piracy rebelling against lawful order, I will teach the basics of ranks to anyone with enough brains to actually hold the knowledge. Remember, if you want to go, wear formal costume, and pretend to be part of the navy. Anyone in the Spades wishing to help infiltrate must be able to perform a correct salute and demonstrate ability to discern when it's appropriate. Those who cannot may help infiltrate as waiters.

Thank you.
- Marco

Edited Addendum: Dance lessons for Spades unfamiliar with waltz, samba, and tango will be held every night this week. Namur's breakdance competition comes with a reward, but this style of dance is not acceptable for naval officers, sorry Nam-chan.

( Locked to Robin )

( Locked to Grell )

( Locked to Sebastian )

[Private to the Sinewave and Triton's Mistress]

Since we are now in port I will be taking my leave from the Sinewave and rejoining the Triton's Mistress. I thank you for your hospitality during our stay. Do watch yourselves in our absence. I doubt those of the Navy we allowed to escape will forget the part the Sinewave and the Mistress had in their fleet's destruction.

[Private to Harlock]

Have you spoke to the harbor master yet regarding any repairs the ship may require? If not I could speak to him when I go ashore.

[Private to Connor]

Would you meet me at local Tavern? There is something I would like to discuss with you.

[Private to Ban]

Pity really. You have been so congenial of late. I suppose I can expect that helpful nature of yours to have been replaced by your less ambitious former self?

<sub>[ Here you go, journal. Teenager guy here leaving you all a message. He sounds like he has a rough Australian accent, and wants to say things in the most complicated way possible. But here we go: ]

Is this thing on—</sub>
Ah, yes! I dare say I hope I am using this vocal gizmo-gadgetry exceptionally well. Um. Still getting used to here.
I have several proposals for the lot of you, if you could spare me a few moments.
It seems I have been awkwardly stationary here in this main port, becoming friendlies with the folk here who don't particularly seem to be bothered to be in a rush with things. I'm becoming rather low on funds, and as tempting as it seems to part ways with my twin beauts, I don't think that is a feasible exchange.

The pirate life of things seems terrific, but I'm rather.. _{oh how do I say it}— uncertain, unmotivated— it's a troublesome predicament. Do I just simply ask? _{I think I should just simply ask.}

I would like to be a member of some sort of crew! I've come to my conclusion that none of my comradaries are present in this sort of universe which is all in all heartbreaking— as I am a bit deterred as to where to start without them.

Secondly!
We ought to be friends! I'm not used to having many friends, but I would like some!
Below are the criteria in written of my all and all interests! I seem to have misplaced my characteristic green marker, so black will have to do for now. Ta-ta for now!

( holy nerdy talking kid, batman! )

[For a change someone is sounding chipper AND sincere....]

Isn't it just an amazing day~.

[That's not the only oddity his crew might have picked up on..... Ban has been doing an awful lot of chores today instead of GASP trying to get out of them entirely.]

I've been thinking... it's not really fair to charge people exorbitant prices for my services so I've come to an important decision.

[There was a pause in his words as he waited until more people had the chance to listen in if they so desired.]

From now on the Get Backers retrieval service will take on any request no matter how big or small.. for

. That's right if anything has been lost or stolen from you, we'll get it back for you for nothing!

[A light chuckle]

Helping others is it's own reward.

[OOC: PRETEND I POSTED THIS EARLIER IN THE DAY XD]

[Handwritten in a rapid, less-than-usually-neat hand with a blue, ballpoint pen is this message.]

Anders, I need you. Come to the Sinewave or the Triton's Mistress as quickly as you can once you get this message. We have wounded.

-Elissa

[Then, added in VOICE just in case the written message did not give over enough urgency, is this message. Elissa's voice is hoarse from exhaustion.]

Anders, we encountered the Navy and have need of you. Please come soon.

[Codi hasn't bragged about the accomplishments of her crew openly over the journals before--usually their victories were either subtle, hidden in the victories of other, larger groups of pirates, or meant to be kept secret. In this case, though, she can celebrate in the open.]

[And she does so. Loudly.]

Hah!! Eat it, Navy! [Thank goodness these journals are voice-only, otherwise there would be some very rude gesturing going on and there are children reading these entries.] What's that? You mad that we chased you off Empieza? Gonna send your little lap dogs and their fleets after us? No problem. We'll take you and the rest of your boats on any day of the week!

[Codi's stilted laughs and cheers become a bit more distant as she dances away from the journal, set on the table in the captain's cabin of the Sinewave. About a minute or so later she returns, sounding slightly more composed, if breathless from her exuberant celebrations.]

...Mark that as one less Navy Captain sailing the seas--the Magnificent Bastards have it taken care of. Anyone else running into trouble with these chumps?

[It's late at night when the journal entry appears.]

Evening.

I suppose I am writing in this thing because I can't sleep. I haven't really figured out what to do about that. Any suggestions would be helpful.

[There's a pause, before he adds more.]

Is anyone else up at this hour? What are you doing with your time?

[Another pause, longer than the last.]

If anyone would like to talk right now, that would be fine.

With things heating up and with the island we were currently on last month, I had completely forgotten a few things that I was suppose to do. [She had forgotten her own birthday of all things.] So it reminded me that I don't actually know when my crews birthdays are, or my friends here for that matter.

So I thought I would at least ask as well as asking for ones favourite kind of cake. So when things aren't as hectic I can bake it and bring it on or after ones birthday. It may not be much, but it's the least I could do. 

[Voice / Action at Gun Frontier Island]

Sadly I will not be able to make it to Isla Empieza to greet all of the new arrivals. I know you must be confused by all that has happened but do try to remain calm. It would do no one any good to overreact. Even if I can not be there in person to offer you guidance, I can at least offer to answer any questions you may have. These 'magical' journals are at least useful for that.

I wonder, are there any among your number with military or law enforcement experience? Perhaps you just find the notion of being forced into a life of Piracy distasteful? If there are I should very much like to speak to you. We might find we have a great deal in comm--

[ A girlish giggle interrupted the speaker, and while this went unseen by those listening to the entry, the hearty kiss the barmaid laid on his lips made it quite impossible to continue with his speech. This was what came of trying to do any serious business in a saloon. Even the dark quiet corners of the place were not safe from the madness the locals seemed to be suffering from. The barmaid giggled again as she stood and placed the bowl of candy sweets on the table in front of him. An indigenous treat? He hadn't had any of the small candy hearts yet himself, but what could be the harm? ]

[ OOC: Post with voice and you are safe from the candy hearts. However, if you choose action I will hit this site and a randomly selected heart will be what happens. Make sure to tell me when you reply what kind of hearts you would be ok with: open to anything, only friendship hearts, nothing too dirty, ect. ]

[One minute he'd been arguing with the dog, and the next everything just poofed. While he didn't really care if he could listen to what she said or not he hated being cut off in the middle of an argument or flat-out ignored.]

Feh- You think that's going to shut me up!?

[That had been the point of her actions hadn't it?]

I've got my own journal right here. [The dog probably wasn't going to ever give this message the time of day but it wasn't about that. It was about venting frustrations. His plan had been two-fold and it had fallen flat. Almost immediately.]

GO RIGHT AHEAD AND BAN ME... SEE IF I CARE! It's only going to give me the opportunity to prove just how right I am. [We'll get by fine without your messages.]

Oi- and to the rest of you... I was getting tired of watching you all licking the slimy underside of that mutt's soles anyway. None of you have any spines!

[ooc: Ban's going to be extra irritable for the beginning of February and probably make a lot of new friends in the process >.>;.. cough]