[The entry is surrounded by the sounds of the sea, gentle rolling waves and the like. Philip himself is seated at the back of the little (very little, really, it's a wonder it's sea-worthy) sailboat he and Shotaro have acquired, called The Long Goodbye, boots off and beside him as he trails his feet in the water.]

I have encountered the strangest thing. Neither Shotaro nor myself acquired candies before embarking on our journey, and yet there is a small bowl of chocolates here. I have tried many times to dispose of them, dubious of their safety, and yet they always return. I recall hearing of at least one other having come upon this, and that the candies will cause anyone that ingests them to have strange urges based on the words upon the wrapper.

I think perhaps that this notion only makes my inclination to try them stronger.

[He is quiet for a while.]

What, do most people think, would the response to a detective agency opening in the area be? My partner and I were detectives, in Fuuto, and I feel as though a sleuthing technique may prove quite useful to a collection of people prone to piracy. Of course there are certain limitations, but...

Just inquiring to gauge a response, for the moment. That is all.

[It's a voice recording, though it takes a few seconds for any sound to come through. There's a sigh and the voice is clearly that of an agitated 20-something male.]

Pirates? This isn't really my style. Someone is going to way too much trouble to pull one over me.

Man, what a nuisance. If you were going to kidnap me, at least have it make sense! Where am I! Aughh! And why the journal? This is entirely too much detail for someone's hollywood fantasies!

At least common pirate tropes still allow for your egregious hats.


[Philip's voice is very abruptly to Shotaro's left, muffled by his knuckle being set upon his lower lip.] And you're asking the wrong questions in the wrong place. The journal is for communication, it's hardly responsible for the kidnapping. As to where we are, it seems the town is named Isla Empieza, which seems to be some sort of play off the Spanish term empezar, meaning to start, open, or begin.

[There's a loud scoff.]

Those ratty, salty excuses for hats don't even come close to comparing to my hard-boiled hats of the trade, Philip. I--PHILIP!

[Oh good, you finally noticed him. He lifts his head away from his hand and splays the hand in something like a wave, grinning.] Yo, Shotaro.

HAAAAAAAAAAAA! What are you doing here!? How did they get us both!?

[The grin quirks at one corner and he chuckles for a moment.] I've already exhausted most resources to figure out what happened, and it seems the lore on the supposed perpetrator leads him to be quite a fearsome person. Though previous to now, and even given the situation, I have my doubts that this "Davy Jones" even really exists.

[There's another scoff.]

It's probably some small time crook taking on a name much bigger than they are. Aaaah, what a pain. I guess we have no choice but to take the case, Partner.

[ooc: Shotaro (countyoursins) in black and Philip (keyworddouble) in green! Shotaro has no idea what he's doing with the journal so feel free to laugh at him. They're both by the fountain so its open for action tagging!]