26 June 2014 @ 04:37 pm
[Unlike the aggressive PSA Mitsunari gave the last time he contributed an entry to the journal network, all he's got this time is a very brief written question.]

Even the Piedra Roja's power must possess limitations.

What are they?
 
 
[Well, it was finally out in the open.

Although Ratonhnhaké:ton had not gone to great lengths to hide the truth from his father there had been a few occasions where he had omitted certain details. He had wanted to get closer to Haytham in order to let him see through example that his way of thinking was wrong- but there had not been an incident that led itself easily to teaching this lesson.

If he had to he would kill his father- he'd done so before... but like that time Haytham would return. Just as disconcertingly, Haytham was already trying to build a new Order.. something that could not be allowed
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I have another question to ask of you.

[A slight pause as if he was questioning if he should continue or not]

If you were faced with someone who is hardheaded, willful and stubborn.. [All the "compliments" betrayed the fact that Ratonhnhaké:ton was severely annoyed] yet it was imperative that you try and convince them to change their opinion on something... what course of action would you take?

[OOC Edit: Ratonhnhaké:ton's attempt to make this private can fail if Haytham mun wants to reply XD. It's all good here]
 
 
15 June 2014 @ 12:01 am
WARNING:

I will no longer condone the continued harassment of local innocents nor the willful and callous destruction of their property.

The next one of you who throws a temper tantrum that causes harm to homes, stores, livelihoods, or scenery that do not belong to our enemies THE NAVY will find yourself tied up and punished in the same manner of your wanton destruction.

Davy Jones can bring you back from being murdered, but let's see what he can do with someone who is burned almost to death, shall we?

If you do not have respect for the sanctity of the lives of those around you, then I shall have no respect for you.

This is a promise.

Signed,
Elissa Cousland

[Elissa doesn't use her usual blue, ballpoint pen for this entry. While she may be overly enamoured of the wonders of plastic pen technology, a noble just doesn't make a formal proclamation with such an implement. Since she's long since rid of her old quill and ink, she has borrowed Haytham's to write out this decisive statement of warning. In it, she uses a formal, calligraphic font that is almost Celtic. It is signed with a bold, angry flourish.]
 
 
19 May 2014 @ 07:04 am
Thera this quote that goes "At the end of their lives, all men look back and think that their youth was arcadia."

I have to wonder how that statement holds up for us in light of the past few days.

I still like to think arcadia is where you make it. [ Which is 400 meters of spaceship waiting to be launched back in the Sea of Stars.]
 
 
17 May 2014 @ 06:14 pm
My name is Kiritsugu and I've fallen into some unfortunate circumstances.

[As it were, Archer spoke into his journal in a voice better suited for a much younger man, and then a few drops of blood landed on the surface of it. He tried to clean it to no avail. He just made a wider smudge and dragged it along the surface foolishly.]

Ah, sorry about that. On top of waking up as a teenager once more, I suppose I was dragged from the ship at some point and awoke in the custody of a number of pirates.

I'm looking for the Triton's Mistress and I'm going to be a bit too busy tending to my injuries to consider navigation.

[There was a depleted sigh on his part and a bit of a groan from exerted effort.]

A hasty response would be appreciated, but I understand if you're all indisposed or if you're all toddlers for some strange reason. I've already taken care of my primary problem.

[All responses will be coming from [personal profile] unlimitedfaker!]
 
 
11 May 2014 @ 01:46 am
My hands shake when I try to write. No matter what the surface, the writing tool or the paper--nothing would help.

[Dryly, Archer spoke as he went through the process of stringing a bow. The familiar sound of the string stretching and the bow itself bending could be heard beyond the sea.]

--However, they don't shake when I'm firing my bow, my gun or when I'm holding a cup of tea. Does that make me a psychopath or is that just a marker of my specialization?
 
 
24 April 2014 @ 12:26 am
[Private to the Mistress crew:

Alex writes it first and then continues on with her message. It's just for her crew, just in case anyone else is awake at this hour. If not, they'll see it in the morning.]


So, if we're going to this Navy thing? I'll stay with the ship.

Probably a bad idea for me to be around that many people after dark. Just in case.

[If anyone's actually up, well.

The dhampir is in the fighting top of the foremast.]


[Not private:]

I think I'm getting used to this place. Jury's still out on whether that's a good thing or a bad thing. Definitely learned a few things from that Navy captain and all.

It's strange. The rules aren't the same here as the world I know, and sometimes I worry about that. That I'm going to forget how I'm supposed to act back home and do a lot of damage when I get back.
 
 
12 April 2014 @ 10:25 pm

*There's another new voice on the journal for you today, folks. Sounds like a young woman's drawl, already fed up with the inconvenience of it all*

So, apparently the best technology round here is this little book. How...charming. But seriously, rude too - doesn't everyone know that a woman's diary should be kept very secret?

I need a crew.

*Need, because she doesn't actually want a crew, as seems evident in her rather fed up tone of voice*

The ship should have plenty of food, hot showers, or at least a bath, and I should have space for my own room. In return, you get me.

*Yeah, seemingly that's all she's going to say about that for now. But then she realises she's forgotten something*

Name's Faye Valentine. I'm good with guns.

 
 
09 April 2014 @ 08:10 pm
[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?
 
 
09 April 2014 @ 06:47 pm
Ummm... [There was a sound of things getting knocked over and the sound of animals moving about, making their usual noise. It sounded like chaos whatever was going on.]

Question... Does one know how to stop a goat from eating all the food? I've tried taking it off them, but they then eat something else and I've lost a good skirt that way already. I'm kind of running out of options.

[Another loud crash as Lenalee had gone to move.]

Please, let go of that. It might seem tasty, but we need it to last a while longer. [Crashes, stern words being told and bahing were all one could hear for at least two minute before she returned.]

The goat is trying to hit my hair. If it keeps trying to eat everything, I cannot say it will be staying in one piece, so please someone come take him away. [So close to getting angry enough that the goat will be getting kicked off the boat. If that it literally or not is another question.]
 
 
26 March 2014 @ 02:51 pm
[Though it's written, Archer's words look as if they're coming straight off of a type-writer. He isn't technically writing so much as emblazoning words onto the page with his projection. It's a fair attempt on his part to remain anonymous as well as only writing this when he's deep in Muertos' woods.]

Has your baptism into this world of violence gone well?

If you know what's good for you and for everyone else in the world, drop those shards in the sea or bury them in the Earth. Trap them under rock or lock them away where you'll never reach them again.

The risk of having a psychopath with world domination on their mind getting their hands on a wish machine like that isn't worth the risk. Your lives aren't worth it--not one of them. Consider this as a serious request: save the world by sacrificing yourselves.
 
 
[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?
 
 
31 January 2014 @ 12:41 am
[To begin with, there's only the stony grind of a grinding wheel, the creaking pump of a foot pedal spinning it and the wet sound of metal being sharpened on it. Archer, below deck, made no noise himself until a few more seconds of grinding, eventually pulling the blade away and inspecting it as he spoke.]

No one prefers being in this situation, but I suppose I should enjoy conversation while I have my chances. Chores and menial tasks have their place and while I have no interest in board games, I need a means of entertainment. So, I'll talk.

[The blade was returned and substituted for another, albeit smaller. Archer was now sharpening metal arrow-heads. He had many more to go through.]

But... I haven't done that in awhile. What in the world is there to talk about?
 
 
10 January 2014 @ 03:13 am
[Without any warning or provocation a voice sounded over the journals. The most notable aspect of this broadcast was the rich Scottish accent that accompanied it.]

I want some answers, and I want them now.

[The irritation was evident in the way the words were emphasized. Despite the brief message from someone going by the name Scurvey Dog, Scrooge McDuck was not satisfied. The magical journal wasn't the most unfathomable part of this scenario. His inventor, Gyro Gearloose, could have concocted something like this... and if it actually was magic, well he'd run into enough of that within his life too.]

I demand to speak to the man in charge..............

[There was a slight pause in words, but he had one more thing to say before he was finished.]

Jones has some nerve kidnaping Scrooge McDuck. He obviously doesn’t know who he’s dealing with. Time is money, and I don’t have any time to waste. Now where is this blaggard?
 
 
10 January 2014 @ 01:30 am
[There's a hint of amusement in the tone of the man speaking up, coupled by the thrum of a bar's inhabitants. Though, if one's used to bars, they could tell right away that this sort of thrum is paranoid. No one's speaking up loudly. Glasses aren't hitting their tables with the same enthusiasm. Just the same as everyone on the journal, the people on Empieza are exceptionally tense in their own way.]

I must admit, one doesn't usually associate pirates with magical notebooks. Mostly just those big name crimes: pillaging, murder and rape. So--Is there anyone using this journal who isn't an eccentric, magic pirate?

Not that I'm assuming I'll get an honest answer, but I'll applaud any and all efforts.