[Open - Written]

[Unheard, the crinkle of a newspaper being folded and placed down beside the journal proceeded what was written across the page.]

Refreshing to see democracy in action. I am referring of course to the matter of the Bläckfisk elections. My son is always stomping about proclaiming the virtues of the people’s choice in government. I wonder what he will say now that those of Bläckfisk have done just that.

[With a bit of guidance, naturally.]

Fledging government and all, it is still a tumultuous time for those of Bläckfisk. I would recommend steering clear of the place until things settle. It is the island’s first proper election after all. There are bound to be a few rough patches as they find their way. Best your crews do not get mixed up in them. It would be a shame to hear you had lost a ship by sailing into port during an inopportune moment.

[Open to most but Locked from Elissa and her ‘ex-husband’]

At any point in your travels have you discovered a reputable jeweler? I am certain there are some around I just hadn’t cause to make note of them before. Though I suppose, in a pinch, some bit of plundered treasure might suffice if any of you have happened upon a ring and would be willing to part with it?

[Private to Triton’s Mistress]

To the crew of the Triton’s Mistress,

The business Elissa and I were distracted by has been concluded. Where might we catch up to you? Depending on how we travel, we may be passing by Isla Empieza on our return. Should you require anything we might be able to pick it up for you.

[the script is written in a scrawling, quick hand, courtesy of a quill. many words are spelled as they were circa 1700, such as "to-day." I haven't spelled them as such because I'm merciful and love you. you're welcome]

Strangers in a strange Land, what do ye do? Quit bein Strangers. Cures Boredom, too, which'd be a Godsend right bout now.

So. You've a Dream? A Goal, a Code? I've a Creed myself, and learnin the Beliefs of Others can be interesting. Let's get to know each other. (Wink)

[For the first few moments there's just background noise; waves and seagull calls and other regular beach sounds]

[Then, there's a pissed off scream followed by a rather destructive-sounding crash. The yell and crash would probably be very loud if they were near the journal, but the sound is subdued as if the journal is a decent distance away from whatever is happening. Following the crash is a stream of emotionally charged swearing. Anyone listening might have a hard time believing this is Thash since he normally doesn't swear, but he sounds very, VERY angry about something. The voice is accompanied by several more crashes, sounding almost like trees being felled]

[Finally after a few more paticularly harsh curses and an anguished scream, everything gets quiet. Then there's the sound of footfalls in sand growing louder as if approaching the journal, and the slap of the journal being slammed shut]


((To the Bloody Roses: You won't be seeing Thash around for a while. He won't hang around on the ship or anywhere in public on the island for very long. He won't come find Kat or Karai to train and he won't try to hang around and chat with Dave or Gene or anyone else. When we leave Deesuko Balia he'll come along, but will only board the ship to sleep or put fish in the galley))

[Serenes did her good. The absolute peace and quiet in her mind, well, that went away. But the rest perked Rogue up a bit. Enough that she can, at least, address her fellow kidnap victims about something fairly insignificant.]

So, we're from a lot of different worlds, right? That's what I've noticed at least.

That's got me curious.

What're the "milestone" birthdays where y'all are from?

[This has nothing to do with her own upcoming birthday. Nope. Or with using a fairly benign topic to announce her presence to certain people.]

Like. Where I'm from--

You've got sixteen, which means you can drive.
Eighteen's a big deal, even though, y'know, not much y' really get. I mean, buyin' cigarettes an' votin', but that ain' really a big deal.
Then there's twenty-one, legal drinkin' age.

Anybody else got big ones? 'M just curious 'bout the differences in worlds, y'know?

[For the Spades, she's around. Keeping busy, paying close attention to how to work the sails and everything else. The same pep that was in her step on Serenes is gone, but she's also not completely skulking about like she was after Stela and before that.]

Hey. It's... Korra. Thisissoweird...

[Except that is most definitely not Korra's voice. This person who sounds like Asami clears her throat uncertainly. Is this some kind of stupid joke? She smacks her now-taller head as she navigates out of the cabin and growls loudly at the offending bedpost.

Nope. Definitely Korra.]

Someone's going to have to teach me how to swim. And use the stove. And... basically everything else. I can't bend at all.

[Aaand that's the sound of Korra tripping over her own feet. Walking and talking is a dangerous task, when you're suddenly a few inches taller and a whole lot lankier.]

And I can't keep my hair out of my FACE!

[That last bit is more yelling at the universe than anything else.]

[action]
[The Spades will find "Korra" all over the ship, trying to re-acclimate herself with varying levels of success. Swinging between the Sun and Moon. Cooking. Doing her bending exercises without the action bending part...]

[There's a bit of commotion on Gene's first journal entry, mostly a bunch of crashing, yelling, and thumping. The whole kerfuffle ends with a loud yell and the sound of a heavy impact, before a man's voice is heard telling someone to "stay out of his goddamned bar".]

Gah. What an asshole that guy turned out to be, huh? Whatever happened to customer service? I swear, it's a lost art. I had as much right to be there as anyone.

[There's a bit of clothing rustling as Gene dusts himself off, then picks up the journal.]

Looks like that place is out of the question. So, how about some of you fine people tell the new guy just where all the good booze is at? Apparently the guy at this place decided my money isn't good enough for him...Also, I think I hit on his wife by accident. That was probably the clincher.

Anyway, this is a place where pirates congregate, right? Some of you have to know where a man can wet his whistle for a reasonable price. I mean, it's probably going to be a bit of time before my crew comes to pick me up, possibly months. I figure I should at least be able to entertain myself in the meantime. Get it?

Oh, and how many of you guys are taking crew? From what I hear, I really need to get out to sea. Never really sailed before, but I AM the pilot of the most advanced space vessel in the galaxy. Can't be that different, right? I mean, besides...you know. All the water.