"If you're cursed and the sun rises, don't"... don't what? Can't really hold it against him under the circumstances, but I'd be a lot happier if he'd finished his sentence.

Things just keep getting better, don't they?

But anyway, I've got a couple questions.

One. Three members of our crew have disappeared on Isla Empieza since we got into port a couple weeks ago. If anyone has answers, I want to know. If you've seen Garrus Vakarian (trust me, you can't miss him, he's a six-foot-something spiky alien), Flynn Rider or a man called Tulio, I really want to know.
Has something like this happened to anyone else here, or can we just not catch a break?

Two. I don't think there's enough of us left to sail the Normandy and really? That was a bad idea in the first place. I'm looking to sign on with a new crew, if anyone has the space.
I'll be honest, the whole sailing thing is still new to me. I'm used to starships. But I'm willing to work, and you want me on your side in a fight.

Hope you're all okay out there.
- Ash

I've heard a lot about this journal and how some of these things work, so I guess I will introduce myself. My name is Edward Elric, and like all of you, this isn't the world I'm from. 

I have every intention of going home in a relatively short amount of time. I'm not interested in going on a pre-designed treasure hunt to do it though. I don't think we should be just doing whatever these people 'Scurvey Dog' and 'Davy Jones say we should do. I don't know anything about sailing yet, but I'm about to pick up as many books as I can. I'm going to get a ship of my own, because I don't really want to follow this little 'game'. 

If this sounds agreeable to you and you want to sail with me, then by all means let me know. I'm sure my first mate Winry Rockbell and myself could use the help. You won't need to worry about food, Winry makes a really great apple pie.

Aside from that, I'm interested in hearing about these strange, other worlds. What can you tell me about where you come from?

-Edward Elric

So, it's come to my attention that a lot of people think my panties are pretty weird. ... My magic panties, that is. [ As if to clarify, a doodle of a pair of bloomers pops up next to her words. ]

If you think that... well, just think of them as a foldable top-hat, okay? They're just another magic prop.

[ And the writing stops there.

If you're viewing this about half an hour later, a bunch of doodles start - hearts, diamonds and stars as well as doodles of some strange people with spiky hair pointing. They're nothing special, there's no breathtaking artistic talent, just the doodling ability of any bored high schooler. The first spiky haired stranger also ends up with a beanie on his head, covering his spikes. ]

My, we seem to have quite a number of new faces around. This must all be a lot to swallow, but perhaps you might have room for one more little mystery?

[Jade sounds cheerful, and utterly unconcerned by the noise in the background. It sounds like thuds, clicking of insects and... are those screams?]

We found a library on the island called Manila. Sadly the, ah, owners are a touch reluctant to part with their books, but thanks to my dear crew-mates' negotiation skills, I did manage to get my hands on one copy.

[The shouts in the background grow more distinctive ("GET THEM OFF GET THEM OFF GET THEM OFF" "How are they getting bigger?!" "JADE, GET BACK HERE")]

This appears to be a genealogy of an old kingdom -- and judging by the volume of the book, it was a long-lived one at that. Most of the contents won't help us much without anything to cross-reference with, unfortunately, but there is one interesting bit at the very end.

[Jade clears his throat ("Get down!" "Yeeeooouch, c-cold!" "I'm sorry, I had to-- ACK!" "It's on my face") and reads out loud:]

"Ludovicus Marchineus Lockpost IV- Founder of the Tenstair Excavation Company, discovered the Heart of the Sea."

Now, this could mean anything at this point, but it does make you wonder, doesn't it? Why does the record end with this particular entry, and what is "the Heart of the Sea"...? Perhaps you are even thinking of the same thing I am.

[("Colbat, use Confuse Ray!" "Get your ugly bat away from me!" "Stop complaining and run!" "Sheba, now!") There is a sound of paper rustling in the wind, then running footsteps and shrieks coming closer.]

Ah, looks like my crew is ready to depart. Until next time~!

[OOC: Miguel's dialogue is in red, Ash's in blue.]

You know- ah!

[There’s a small pause with the sound of one hand scraping desperately against bark for a moment. Ahem. Right. The talking.]

They didn’t really include this bit in the map part, did they? The whole broken ship thing. With the repairing. And the….climbing. But that bit does have an amazing view. I can almost see a treasure like-

[And that ‘ah’ from before turns into a high pitched scream as Miguel is suddenly not so much sitting in the tree as hanging upside down, tangled in the vines of it. The journal itself lands with a faint thud on the ground below him, his voice suddenly much fainter.]

Cabin...girl. Lieutenant? I- Whatever you are. I’ve been attacked!

Looked more like you slipped from down here. [sigh] Just hang on and don’t move, I’m coming up.

[The journal picks up more rustling and scraping as Ash hauls herself up the tree.]

Okay. There’s a branch right under you. I need you to hold on to this here- once I get these undone, lower yourself carefully… Ready?

Busy. Not. Moving.

[A faint sound of vines snapping.]

Now!

[Another incredibly manly scream follows. So is the life of an adventurer.]

Hey, this thing’s still on? It’s okay, guys. He’s still in one piece.

 Hi. I'm Clementine. I wok up here and I have this jurnal with me. It is making lots of noses and it is a litle scarey. I have some kwestons.

1. How come my jurnal is riting itsef?

2. Wear are the wockers? I need to no know becose I want to be ready for them.

3. Their is riting in hear here that is not mine. Did some one loose their jurnal?

I don't know what to do. I am not in Savana any more.

-Clementine

Dunno why I put up with ye bastards. Really I don't. Dog has a bluster of a cold this week so no lip or I'll send you to Davy Jones meownself. Bedamned allergies. Give me an island w'out ragweed and I'll gi' ye treasure higher than your grandmother.

Weather

Bedamned if I know. Can't see a thing with this cold, so full of snot I am. Sneezed out a goober as big as me arm, and there's truth to that. Had heard tales of a swarm 'o man eatin ladybirds comin' in from th' Eastern seas but that's likely a rumor. Ugh, me achin' head.

News

Navy is pissed. Yuezhong is up in arms. Zombies in Port Chance where there warn't zombies afore. Tis either Davy Jones or ye brats, and if he's stirrin' it's in a different way. Ye'll pay for it in one way or th' other. If he don't see to that, I will.

Good spot 'o news, Tardle Island be appearin' in the South West startin the week o' the 13th and'll be afloat 'til 'bout Wednesday 'o that week. If anyone be knowin' where a shard may be, it be them. But good luck gettin' it out o them.

More seamonsters be spotted. Kraken ate two of Silverleg's fleet and he only got three ships. Damn beasties.


Now it be time fer questions. Shepherd crew is banned due to the insufferable brat. Flynn Rider be off the hook fer now. I have limited patience so watch yerselves or suffer the consequences.

[and not too long later]

Shepherd Crew be banned til March at the earliest and are lookin' fer a life ban, much like Ganandorf has since he's obviously too good fer the likes 'o me.

There is one thing since arriving here that I wish I could do with these people.

Give them some soap and maybe a bucket of water. They really could do with a good bath... or two. Maybe more. The smell is quite overpowering and it's totally not cool.

Lat: ? Long:?

Island: ? Empieza Piedra Roja

Scurvey Dog? Marine? Cipher Pol? (circled)Nut Job?(circled)

(A handwritten copy of the poem found on the fountain)

Bananabeard: ?

Sprklychken: ?

[The voice that came over the journals is hushed, like he was trying to keep himself hidden from something or rather someone. Just as he was a free man thanks to Izanami's little outburst awhile back, some crazy shit had to happen and he was without any powers except for the dagger he bought when he first arrived.]

If anyone is going to be around the Port Chance area, you better stay away. There's zombies here.

[And near by, anyone can hear someone screaming followed by a puncturing noise. Yep, Yu done stab a zombie and pushed it away, trying to get the poor civilian away to safety. Best heed his warning.]

If you're already here, find cover and try to get to safety.

[After hitting land after a week of sailing, Justice's first priorities had been to survey the area, investigate what troubles had been plaguing the small coarse community he had found himself in. He'd spent a lot of time pondering over the wanted posters put on the walls. Only after having settled himself in the room he had rented out in a saloon did he take the time to actually look over his stuff, and discovered what he felt had to be shared.]

There's more to these maps than what meets the eye. They were obviously enchanted, but the nature of which has been unclear until now. Previously there had only been two islands marked on the map: Isle Empieza and "Gun Frontier Island". At some point after reaching said island, the map decided to reveal more of itself. There are countless more names now, surrounding the island I am on; some are noted to be nearby, other are far off and crowding themselves at the edges. Even without the obscuring it's hard to make sense of, but I can say this: there's a lot of places to hide things on this ocean.

Hain’t got much ta say preliminary wise, just hope ye lot ain’t the right lot of bastards ye usually are. It be a fine day here, nary a cloud in the sky and a nice nor-easterly breeze bringin’ the promise ‘o Fall so I’m gonna go ahead and answer two questions this time around. Aye, two. Don’t go jumpin’ out yer nappies now, it’ll be a riot. Barred still, acourse to Flynn Rider and that no account brat Conan Edogawa.

But afore all that bit…

Weather

North: Still cold. Gettin’ colder by any rekonin. Freezin’ rain fer th’ better part ‘o the week. Followin’ after, clear skies and west by north west winds.

East: Bright ‘n breezy all week. Expect nothin’ more’n a star shower in th’ Great Ring on Thursday evenin’ when th’ moons at her height. Great time fer luck.

West: Rain lettin’ up, fog settin’ in. Ye’ll be lucky if ye can see yer hand in fronta yer faces most days. Should clear out by Saturday, but make sure ta listen for warnin’ bells.

South: Bit ‘o a heatwave goin on down there. Temps reachin’ about 38 degrees c (98 f) if not more.

News

Ye big idiots. What in bloody blue blazing balls are ye doin’ down in Yuezhong? That place has been in a right state an’ has issued a call to the Navy fer it. Yer lucky they hain’t sendin’ out their own army after ye! That certainly got the white’n’grey’s attention though cuz they’re sendin’ a small fleet down th’ Western Current to take care ‘o ye lot. Be careful and I’d run it rather then fight it. Ye don’t want to end up caught by the Navy, and certainly not live long enough for ‘em to clap you in chains and haul you off to—well –never you mind. Just don’t is what I’m sayin’.

Down below, waters be stirrin’ mates. Somethin’ is happenin’ that I only felt once before. Got an idea ‘o what it means, but I can’t be sure, can’t be sure. Whatever it is, it be stirrin’ th’ devils ‘o the deep so watch out fer monsters. They’ll rise like leviathans and break you in two w’out even a thought.



That be that for now. Two questions and from two separate people. So stow all yer whinin’ les you wanna pay for it. This old Dog is too generous to you lot and no mistake.

[and not too much later]

Any swab from the Shepard Crew be banned from question askin' til the turn 'o th' year.