[Finnian had been happy that Ciel had grown up and become some sort of funky looking chicken. What he hadn't been expecting when he had woken up the next day was to find an egg at the bottom of his bed. It was enough to cause him to nearly fall out of bed in shock, Ciel his friend since Easter moving to lightly peck him on the face. It wasn't long before he grabbed the journal and soon every word could be heard.]

I didn't think when I woke up this morning that there would be an egg at the bottom of my bed. But... I thought Ciel was a boy chicken, not a girl... [Slowly it dawns on him.] Eh?! It means I've named the young master after a female chicken... That isn't good at all, I'm sorry. [He sounded generally upset as the chicken could be heard as Finnian had gone about dealing with the situation. It's quiet for around a few minutes before the young man, not a little bit calmed down speaks directly to the journal.]

Question! Is it normal for chickens to lay hard boiled eggs?

I don't know if whatever is causing these strange happenings to us reads this thing but I would like to make one thing clear.

I do NOT want to spend any more days as a child.

I'm not sure what happened.

[He clears his throat.]

I sound funny, my hair isn't spikey anymore and I don't really know where I am. I went to sleep last night with my parrot at my feet but I woke up alone in a weird place.

Am I lost in dream?

[Action for the Friend Ship of Justice crew]

[You can expect Roxas wandering around, rubbing his eyes sleepily and trying to figure out where he is because this is clearly not the Hazmat ship.]

[It's not nice when one is pretty much by themselves on a ship. Not counting Guy whom he was sill suppose to pick up, but couldn't due to the sheer size of the ship. When he does speak, he doesn't sound like his chipper self, but the chicken that is making noise in the background does.]

It seems as if the Friend Ship is down to just two people now... The ship is too big for us to manage by ourselves and I don't know what to do. [Believe him, he had tried to handle it by himself, but that was mission impossible and trying to invite people to join wasn't easy for him.]

I guess for those who haven't joined a crew yet, I'd like to ask to please consider us. We may not be big, but as our ship name implies we aren't the type to cause needless violence. [He pauses slightly.] I guess... I just don't want this ship to die. I have a lot of happy memories here and I don't want to lose them.

[He didn't want to lose something that made him happy okay, it was bad enough being thrown in here and having nothing. But to have something and have it taken away again was not something he wanted.]

Thank you for listening, I guess.

I probably should've asked this question weeks ago, but does anyone know anything about an island called Hallio Mesa? Like if it even exists? I might be looking in the wrong places, but I haven't found anything about it.

[He almost stops there, but changes his mind and starts writing again.]

Also, has anyone managed to destroy any part of their journal? I haven't tried fire yet, but I've dropped it in the water several times and it's remained intact.

Hey everyone! This is Anise Tatlin, from the Friend Ship!

So, the Great Ghost Race is almost about to start, huh? It sounds pretty exciting, heheh! ♥ Who's going to be participating? I was thinking maybe we could talk about strategies?

I'm kinda worried about the whirlpools Meep mentioned though... They sound pretty scary! Has anyone dealt with them before?


( Action onboard the Friend Ship )

So I know this is going to sound a little out of the blue, but I was wondering just how many people out there would call themselves engineers? I've been thinking about piecing something together and I wouldn't mind a little extra help.

[And because she feels like she has to ask for reasons]

Hey Ace. Is your head feeling any better there, champ?

[That last word just slipped out]

[If you're on the same ship Guy's on, you'll find him in the galley, puzzling over a small, colorful pile of partially broken eggs. Beside that is a smaller pile of candy bracelets and necklaces.]

So these eggs that keep turning up everywhere...

Has anyone found any that aren't cooked? I was hoping to make something with them, but they're all hard-boiled alrea--huh?

[He trails off, attention diverted. There's a surprised yelp and then a sound like the journal hitting the floor. Then Guy's voice again, slightly muffled and panicked.]

Anise, please d-don't sneak up behind me like that...you'll give me a heart attack one of these days.

[The journal is open, but upside down on the floor, and he's making no movement to pick it up, so it's probably still 'recording'.]

[Hey, guess who found some painted eggs (and more importantly, the dubloons inside them)? Yeah, that's right, this girl.]

Hey everyone! This is Anise Tatlin, from the Friend Ship! ♥ This is pretty important, so pay attention! If you've found any painted eggs floating around, I'd really appreciate it if you can give them to me! Whatever you do, don't open them, okay?

[Aaaand end transmission!]

( aaand action! )

[The following writing is in black ink, not in cursive, and written pretty terribly. Very unlike Grell's signature red cursive.]

So, how often do you all bathe?

Hello, all! Meep here.

Gosh it's been a long time! How is everyone doing? Before you ask, the Mistress is fine, just exhausted. Green Plague will do that to you. It will also give you boils in really unfortunate places but fortunately you won't have to endure them for long since it means death is just around the corner. It's pretty distressing all told but the plague is contained for now! Of course if there's one outbreak there may be another in the short future because of waves you know, and there's always that one little bugger that tends to get away from you. It's really unfortunate. I do wish people were more conscientious.

I have no news for you other than that. All is quiet other the usual Navy grumblings but I hear they'll be pulling back for now to lick their wounds! I hear you left some pretty big ones. While I'm relieved you're all right, it does make a man sad. We've lost so many to plague, to battles. Souls which Davy Jones doesn't seem fit to reincarnate. It's a rather sad business and you're lucky not many people know of your plethora of advantages or, I expect, they would become rather resentful!

At any rate I am open for questions, though I can't answer too many or the Mistress will complain about me spoiling you. Also there is this fascinating essay on mystical fungi. You know there is thought to be this one mushroom on Hallio Mesa which is thought to give you hallucinations lasting for days! The most common hallucination is one of flight, which is dangerous enough on the ground but when you live on a cloud island, well, it's frankly dangerous, don't you think? But it's very good for helping with anxiety disorders provided you don't actually die. I wanted to try one but Mistress forbade me, alas. It is probably all for the best in the end, don't you think?

[If you're anywhere near the Empieza town square, you might come across a blond young man sitting on the edge of the fountain, examining his journal. Flipping through the pages, turning it nearly inside out, etc.

If you're not there, you'll hear the sound of paper rustling, as well as somewhat intelligible muttering as Guy accidentally activates the voice function.]

..do you operate this? I feel silly talk--

[Some unidentifiable sounds, then, much more clearly:]

Oh, here... Hello? I was told I can use this to communicate, but I've never seen any recording fontech like this before. Can anyone hear me?

[Ahem.] Anyway, the locals have been, ah...less than helpful in explaining where exactly I've ended up. I know the name of the town, but it's not one I recognize.

I guess...if anyone has any info, my name's Guy and you can contact me through the...this book.

[Preferably before he tries to take it apart.]

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[Asch has been stuck on this island for one night and he already hates it. It's not even a particularly nasty island, but this town is full of people who don't want anything to do with him-- and he doesn't want anything to do with them, either. Plus, when he asked about people dying, he got a door slammed in his face. Rude.

Having figured out that the journal is capable of both recorded and written communication, he's taking advantage of it while he lingers in the town square.]

Is there no one on this island who knows how to operate a boat? I have enough money to buy a small ship, but hiring crewmen is impossible. These people won't even take gold for it. This is a seaside community; having no one who will steer a boat makes no sense. They're avoidant on purpose.

[He hmphs a bit.]

Finding a company of competent people is going to be harder than I thought.