[For a while, Elizabeth ponders on if she should try to make this somehow private or not. However, she has no real idea of whom to ask and without that making it private is quite complicated, maybe if there was a way to just exclude certain people... But it's not that important either, just a bit embarrassing because, honestly, she should have done it months ago.

Eventually, she just gives up on the question and makes the entry wide and public, her voice sounding cheerful but still serious as she speaks.]

Greetings everyone!!

I have a little question for you all, especially those of you who have sailing experience beyond our time here, but I would appreciate any answers and suggestions even if you don't have so! I know this may sound silly but... What is a First Mate to you? I mean, what should a good First Mate do?

I've been trying to do my best, supporting my crew's captain and helping where it's needed. So it's not as if I've not been doing my job! I just... I just wonder if there's something that I should be doing, but I'm not because I've no previous experience with this. So if anyone has something, specific or not, I would appreciate it if you could share it with me. I don't want to be a lousy First Mate, both for my crew's and my captain's sake.

The sooner I stop smelling this, the better. What the hex was that storm, anyway?

It seems that whatever happened has ended, at least for me. I hope everyone else that was affected has recovered properly.

My memories of those past days are still a bit foggy, it's strange to try to fit them in place at the moment. I wonder if they will become clearer or if I will end barely remembering them like some events of my childhood at that age.

Anyway, I apologize if during those days I was rude or a bother to anyone, especially those who remained in their proper mind. It doesn't seem as if my younger self made much use of the journal and I can imagine why, but it never hurts to be safe. Please, regain whatever my younger self said with a grain of salt and bear in mind the age I was at the time.

[She's not sure how much damage control she can do in those circumstances. Or even if there's any damage control to be done, maybe it really doesn't matter to anyone at all, but just in case... This is the least she can do.]

[After some time of contemplating things: reading and listening to the other voices of the journal, Kuzan decides to add a little mark of himself, just because. The handwriting is neat and practiced if a little big]

It seems that with the nature of whatever is going on, that we are younger than our future self. My future self is a Marine. That sounds like a lot of work, but there is a lot that needs to be taken care of. Since it is my fate, I think I want to use it to change the world.

Do you know your fates? If so, what do you think of them?

-Kuzan (Marine)apparently


[with that he'll get some food from the galley and sit on deck, alternately napping and waiting for responses]


[ooc: replies will come from hie_hie_baby]

[There's a lot of various shuffling around in the background, due to all the various de-agings among Luffy's crew. Akira actually has to take a moment to catch his breath from all the running around he's been doing.]

Uh...Hey! I don't know if my Mother has been looking for me, but if anyone sees her just tell her I'm playing with Luffy and his friends, okay? We're at the docks, right now. It's a really big ship, too!

[Whoops, forgot it was all non-visual.]

Ah! My name is Akira Inugami, by the way! That's who she'll be looking for, so just tell her where I am, okay? She's easy to see. She's got long, white hair, and pointy ears like mine. Really blue eyes, too.

[How do you really end one of these conversations?]

So, um...thank you very much!

The Navy.

What do they intend for us? Imprisonment? Death? Are they simply trying to preserve order by harassing us, or do they want us gone for the sake of their own power?

And how can we oppose something that wouldn't be causing trouble if we weren't here to begin with? The easiest answer is that since we didn't have a choice, it's just fine, but I'm not sure I like an easy answer. Not when I haven't fought in weeks, and part of me is going crazy with the urge...

Can it go on like this forever, or will a reckoning day come at last?

[Aboard the ship, Dust shuts the journal with a sigh, tucking it away into his cloak. He's taken to sitting on the raised stern, watching their wake trail behind them and seeing where they'd been, but not where they're going. Restlessness is taking its toll.]

So, uh.

Should we eat these chickens? Because they're really making me hungry, but if I know my golden eggs, it'll be castle-strophic if we do.

What do you think is better: a world where there's a place for everyone to perform the role they're good at or a world where everything is totally up in the air and anyone might be called on to do anything?

[It's a deeper philosophical question than she's actually aware of, she's mostly just put out about a few things that Celestia told her about wanting to be a follower instead of a leader.]

I've been wondering about this for a while.

What are other worlds like when it comes to mermaids and people who live underwater? I want to know how similar or different I am to them.

I've already heard about someone named Ariel. [A story she thinks is kind of dumb.]

Some of my crew has told me a bit, too, but that's all.

It is a relief to be back in good health. {There is the sound of wind on this recording - almost as if Sebastian is at a higher altitude.} Is anyone in need of aid? I am feeling quite generous.

Furthermore, I would like to know our next heading. I am a most able scout should our gambit require foresight.

{Private to Grell Sutcliff.}

{Temptation is playing with Sebastian. He is a starving demon without a Master. While he has no trouble waiting for a succulent meal, he has to wonder...

A snack would be nice.}

Are you alerted to all deaths on land and sea?

{He doesn't like his meals interrupted.}

{/}

[The sounds of a nearby harbor roll over the background as Akira addresses his journal.]

...So I guess I've finally had time to process a few things, after being out on the ocean again. Things I never had to deal with the last time I was here. Things that, quite frankly, are botherin' me. Like the fact that we're gettin' in life-and-death battles with people who are just doin' there jobs. Apparently it doesn't quite bother much my crew or the people we're allied with, the way it bothers me.

So tell me, is it weird? Am I the odd one, for not killin' Navy personnel if I can avoid it? Sure, it's different for more vulnerable people, but I'm kinda' hard to kill. The average human can't do much to me, unless I'm havin' a really bad day. Am I wrong for just tossin' guys overboard and cripplin' their ships?

Don't get me wrong, I'm not a paragon of goodness. I've killed my fair share of people, but that was different. They were thugs, sadists, murderers, assassins, the scum of the earth. Every man I ever directly killed had it comin', trust me.

[There's a pause as he checks some of his fishing lines.]

What am I supposed to do? The whole thing just doesn't sit right with me.

[Some recent activities have brought a certain issue to the forefront of his mind.]

I have a question for all of you....

[There was a slight delay in his words]

If your crew were to gather all of the shards- what would you intend to do with them?

[Knowing all that they did now, it was possible that someone might try to use the power for ill-will. Not that anyone’s answers would alter Ratonhnhaké:ton’s plans. The shards, like Washington’s scepter could fall into the wrong hands. He wouldn’t trust it or them to anyone.]

I hear new people are arriving on that island... the one we all showed up on.

If anyone sees or hears from a nimbat named Fidget, please tell her Dust is here, and looking for her. I'll find a way back to the island for her.

Please.

I guess there are a lot of new-person journal entries right now, so I'm not the only one who's confused. Almost nice Who are all of you people? None of this is fairy familiar. I've seen journals like this, but not for a hundred people to share.

Anyways... My name is Cerise Hood. If any of you know more about what's going on, can you tell me? I'll get out of your hair after that. This stuff I'm hearing about the Navy isn't too welcoming, but I don't want to get stuck here forever after, either.

...How much do any of you know about fairy tales? It's related, I swear.

(Strikes are all visible!)

You know, while I can't exactly sass Mister Jones about pullin' me back out of a shitty situation, I'm afraid I do have a little bone to pick about the decor. Really, Davy? You bring me right back to the place I first arrived? If I never saw this friggin' fountain again, I'd be a happy man.

[There's a bit of a pause he rather loudly cracks his back and looks around at the passerby. The hustle and bustle of the town square is easily detectable in the background noise.]

Yep, same as ever. A sea of unfriendly faces and the smell of fish entrails drifting in from the harbor. Lovely. I see that the locals haven't cleaned the place up much, since the last time I was here. Seein' as I can't seem to contact my old crew, I can only hope that they got to go home the same as I did. Maybe they'll actually get to stay there, if they're lucky.

Guess that means I'm a free agent. Alright then, which one of you guys needs another deckhand? I'll be honest with you, I'm not a great sailor. Got a strong back and I learn quick, but I'm about as green as it gets. Even when I was on a ship, I didn't handle any of the intricate work.

[There WAS that other matter.]

...Oh, and I tend to turn big and furry around the Full Moon. You should probably be okay with that before extending an offer. I wouldn't say I'm dangerous to anyone who's an ally, but I know it's off-puttin' for some people to see.