[a voice that is deep and smooth speaks out over the journals. Like a radio personality, it's calm and level, deep but not droning. It's 8 AM in the morning of the 25th...]

Hello out there, fellow Jones Pirates. Or so I hear we're called. Funny how legends of the long past become reality in an unreal world. Unreal only for the fact that this shouldn't exist, yet it does. Fancy that.

Out to sea, at last. I thought it would be an interesting adventure, and yet here it's nothing but fog and morning night. Or I am sure it's still night when it should be morning. If I have things right it should be around eight Am, am I wrong about that?

Sun, where have you gone. Blood moon, why do you smile like a skull.

Haunting figures at night. I snuffed the fire lights and stayed silent, keeping an ear open for what bumps in the night. Fears of being dusted racing through my overactive mind.

A ship not far in the distance, approached by another. Screams fallowed after. I moved away from it and onward.

[he's silent for a moment, laying on deck of his small sail boat, his journal resting on his chest, a soft sigh, before he continues]

Has anyone else experienced a ship, ghostly in nature, confronting you and their crew? Details would be most interesting.

Alright you kids, be careful. This is DJ C2, leaving you with this: The night's a dark mistress, more so when she takes over the day.

I would part ways with you with a song, but I seem to be short music, so for now, let's just say good night and good sailing.

[After examining the journal she received, Cinderella realized that it could some how play and record audio messages. Which is just fine with her since she doesn't feel like writing anything down. She's way too annoyed for that and she certainly sounds the part.]

Whoever took me from the airport and dropped me in the middle of what looks like the set of a pirate movie, I'm going to hunt down and shove my high heel up their ass. At least they could've brought my luggage with me! How do they expect a girl to survive with out her Versace, Prada, or Gucci!? [Not to mention her spare gun, knife, and extra ammo that were enchanted so that TSA would ignore them were in there. Those would have been very handy in this place.]

If I end up missing Fashion Week in Milan I'm going to be extra pissed. [Well really, she was just starting a mission but no one needs to know that. Still, it will cause a huge mess back home if she were to go missing before she even starts.] I'm a busy woman, so I don't have time for this crap.