Hello everyone~! This is B.B. Hood speaking. Is everyone adjusting quite well to their new bodies?

I'll admit, I was a little shaky starting out, but this magic thing isn't that hard once you figure it out! At least, if you can train your mind to keep it under control. Who knew that unicorns were so powerful? ♥ If only I had access to this type of power all the time, imagine what amazing things I could do with it!

So remember to cheer up! This isn't all bad, is it? ♥

[Private to the Bloody Roses:]

Watch my stuff. If she touches anything, let me know so I can start torturing this body right away. Oh, and please don't kill her. All things considered, I'd like to be a human again at some point.

Oh, and Mr. Kirkland, the fairies send their regards. Thought you should know.

[A little girl's voice comes through the journal. Except, it's a little more hardened and bitter than usual! Anyone who's spoken to B.B. before may not find the voice instantly recognizable, a definite change from the usual high pitched tone the young lady has.]

Are we done crying about everyone leaving yet?

I've been here what, half a year now? I get it at this point. Who stays and who goes is completely up to some asinine bullshit whim. But guess what? Everyone whining won't bring them back. That's just how it is.

Grow a pair and move the hell on already. Leaving is what humans do. If you don't know that by now, there's no hope for any of you.

[Don't mind her. She might be sampling some fruits from way up high.]

Ah... [It's probably been a while since her actual voice has been heard over the journal, but she felt like she would get more results like this.]

Before we left the island, I was able to catch a newspaper. I didn't know how to respond, but... I'm wanted! This isn't good... I can't have others coming after me! I just want to be safe. Luckily, it's not big right now so maybe they'll leave me alone...

Um, but I was curious. Can... any of us go after each other? We do run into other pirate ships often, and I don't want to be attacked or anything! [Not that anyone around here has any guts to try it, from what she's found out.] None of us are really in good graces with the Navy, but I'm sure even they wouldn't mind it if we fought amongst ourselves...

Maybe our next island will be safe enough to rest easy. Have a good day and stay safe, everyone!

[For the Roses, Bonnie can be seen with the newspaper still in her hand, eagerly scanning over the paper. She's a bit pissed at the fact that her bounty is low, but she's also wondering which ones would be easy to pick off if she needed to.

Can't have enough money, after all!]

This is awful! I was getting all ready for Spring, for the flowers to bloom across the sea, but this abnormal blizzard's making me want to keep inside. This won't do at all, I have so much shopping I need to do in case the Navy shows up again! [She's running out of gunpowder and needs to stock back up on ammunition. But traversing through snow is always a pain.]

Is it even safe to be outside? This stuff looks hazardous. If I go out and catch a disease, there'll be hell to pay once I'm 100% again. [Not that she knows who would catch hell to begin with. Maybe whoever chose not to warn her about the snow. Which could be anybody at this point.]

It does make me feel nostalgic though... is it just me, or does being around snow bring back warm memories? If only the snow itself could be as nice and warm as memories can be. How unfair!

[Leave her to her griping. She misses being comfy with her Grandmother around...]

[Helen's been thinking about the kinds of places she'd like to discover, if they even exist. That, and she's been craving apples. And mead. She really wants a ridiculous amount of mead.]

I just want to find an island with lakes and rivers of mead and apple trees everywhere. There’s gotta be something out there like that, right?

Lakes and rivers of beer would be okay too. But only if its good stuff.

[The sound of a chilling wind filters through the journals followed by a female voice, hesitant and scared. Terrified even.]

Is... Is everything over yet? Did you, the people who can listen this... Were you victorious?

[A long pause filled with nothing but the wind and the sound of someone's breath.]

Is everyone safe?

[The last message that had appeared in the journals had been on Thursday, after that... Nothing. Until a few moments ago, at least, which is why she dares, why she pushes herself to ask.]

[Sob sob.

For the first few seconds, the sound of crying and tears hitting the pages of the journal can be heard, until a soft shaken-up voice emerges, sounding as if she's just barely holding on without completely breaking down.]

E...Excuse me... [The girl breathes softly, trying to compose herself.]

I'm lost and I don't know what to do... this is really scary...

[Go to an inn? Wander around? No...]

Is... is there anyone willing to take me in? I'll be good, I promise! Grandmother always taught me to be a courteous guest... [Another few sobs, aaaaaaand she's good.]