[The handwriting looks like that of a small child, which is kind of embarrassing because he's eleven now and you'd think he was four or five from the way he writes.]

Is ther any way to lurn how to rite better? Vise sas hell teech me but Vise is stoopid an ideeat a fukking moron not a teecher. I need to lurn math to. It is very importent. I dont hav a teecher heer and if I dont study Ill get stoopid like Vise beehind.

I think I'm gonna die of boredom. It's boring as hell being stuck on a tiny-ass boat in the middle of the ocean. Captain Dumbass is in a funk over getting third place in the stupid race, so we aren't even going anywhere fun. All I have to do all day is clean up chicken shit look at the goddamn water. Sailing sucks. Water sucks. Chickens suck. Sunburn sucks. Mopey idiots who can't even deal with losing a stupid race suck. Life sucks.

 Whoa-ho-ho!

[Sinbad cries out suddenly. He'd been reading the journals but all of a sudden there's a very large Kracken in front of him. There's the sounds of an encounter, the moans of the poor beast who is destined to meet his end in favour of something good to eat. He can be heard talking not far from the journal.]

See Ja'far? Food and jewels. Everything worked out fine!


[He comes back over to the journal and scoops it up again.]

Hey, did anyone else get a huge creature fall out of the sky on them? Looks kind of like an octopus....it'll probably be delicious!

[Well, it was finally out in the open.

Although Ratonhnhaké:ton had not gone to great lengths to hide the truth from his father there had been a few occasions where he had omitted certain details. He had wanted to get closer to Haytham in order to let him see through example that his way of thinking was wrong- but there had not been an incident that led itself easily to teaching this lesson.

If he had to he would kill his father- he'd done so before... but like that time Haytham would return. Just as disconcertingly, Haytham was already trying to build a new Order.. something that could not be allowed]

I have another question to ask of you.

[A slight pause as if he was questioning if he should continue or not]

If you were faced with someone who is hardheaded, willful and stubborn.. [All the "compliments" betrayed the fact that Ratonhnhaké:ton was severely annoyed] yet it was imperative that you try and convince them to change their opinion on something... what course of action would you take?

[OOC Edit: Ratonhnhaké:ton's attempt to make this private can fail if Haytham mun wants to reply XD. It's all good here]

Oh, ye lot are still existin' are ye? Aye, I know, later'n most 'o ye have the patience for, but th' Dog is doin' somethin'. Ye could say she's messin' in forces beyond her ken and ye'd be right. But ye know next month is always th' best time fer it. It's th' time when Jones himself is close to the surface 'o the sea, they say, and if ye stare down into th' depths on moonless nights, ye can see his eyes watchin' back. It be an old sailor's tale, for if ye ever do see old Jones starin' back, ye'll know death has come fer ye an good.

News
A Naval blockade be set up around th' Island 'o Eternal Bliss ta keep 'em protected as they rebuild. As I believe it be one 'o the stops on th' race, ye sorry sons of bitches who need ta get a token there are goin' ta be in a hell of a problem-- Specially is the commander is old CrazyFace McGee and he'll blow ye out of th' water as soon as look at ye. I half hope he does.

Speakin' 'o the Navy, th' Corpse King be officially out 'o it, judgin' by his attack on Naval Base S25 near th' western current. They're in a bit 'o a mess down that way and hain't likely to look at ye lot too hard so try not ta raize th' rest 'o me world in the process. Next crew that burns an island'll face Dog's wrath and make no mistake about how hard ye'll be hit. I hain't jerkin around here.

Weather

North: Calm and clear, but mostly shrouded in mist. Also it be th' time 'o the singers. Ye'll start ta hear them about midnight but if ye go toward them, yer ship'll end up like as not smashed on th' rocks.

East: Hot'n'blustery, but wi' a good squall happenin around th' first 'o th' month and lastin' a good few days or more. Full ta th' brim wi' Carpenter Ants, so I hear. Can't really be great for cleanin' up after S25. Croodley Toodlelk has an infestation 'o 'em so bad it might take a few years ta roust em.

West: Still as hot'n'dry as ever with temperatures reachin' into th' 100s if not more. Try not ta die as that'd be a hell of a way ta go and make ye look like an ass besides.

South: Fine seas fer the most part, clear nights ta enjoy th' Southern Lights as they should be clear enough ta make out fer a few hours now. Expect storms and th' odd kraken as it be about spawnin' season and th' grandfathers'n'grandmothers be gettin' there first.


That be all from be other than yer usual asanine question fer the week.

[The voice that blares out from the journal's pages seems to be that of a young boy, but at this volume it's sort of hard to tell.]

LISTEN HERE, PISSANTS! I DON'T KNOW WHY YOU BRAINLESS LOSERS DON'T HAVE THAT GEM YET, BUT YOU BETTER PICK UP THE PACE OR I'M GONNA GET IT BEFORE ALL OF YOU AND --

[There's a short pause.]

And...

[Wait, what would he do with it? Sinbad's going to want it, of course, but that doesn't mean he's going to get it if Ja'far puts it together. Why shouldn't he keep it for himself? Sinbad has conquered two dungeons after all. It's time for someone else to get a turn.

Probably not the sort of thing a loyal underling should be planning, but screw that.

It's a way to get that life of leisure he was going to use the power of kings for. Except that would mean he can't use it to wish to go home. But just using it to wish to go home is pretty much the lamest thing ever.

So...]

AND SOMETHING, OKAY?! WHY SHOULD I HAVE TO TELL YOU?

This journal is amazing! I've never found anything like it before.

[A small clearing of the throat and an attempt to sound older, wiser beyond his years. He is not entirely successful.]

My name is Sinbad the Sailor. I'm not sure where I am, but that doesn't matter. The sea is calling my name, the wind is coaxing me to the sea and I am in need of your help to man a decent sized ship. I've got a lot of experience and I can navigate the seas like no one else. There is no safer vessel in which to travel.

I'm looking for people with big dreams, a thirst for adventure and a desire to have a lot of fun. It doesn't matter if I know where I am right now, there's a vast sea to explore and probably some other islands too. Think of all the creatures we can find and eat, sampling the delicacies from around the world!

Join me now, serve under the captain that will become the best King of the best kingdom in all the lands!

[There's a pause.]

Oh yeah. I have a first mate, his name is Ja'far. Don't mind him, he just likes to scream a lot because he's so small.