[the first part is pretty hard to say so he gets it over quickly]

Hey, everyone, if you wanna get pets be careful cuz if everyone leaves at once they're gonna be on the ship alone.

[it's important that people understand. It's going to be hard to say goodbye anyway, but it would be even harder for the poor pets left behind on a ship with no way to get home]

Also, this is private from Keimi, but do mermaids wear underwear and if they do where do they hide them?

Between marriages and krakens, it's been... quite a lively month. And after the narrowly averted disaster preceding it, a welcome break. To think that we nearly lost the fruits of our hard labour in one fell swoop. How long before Davy Jones returns?

I still consider it a fairly auspicious start to the year. Compared to the year before...

A year back home, though. That could have been...

[A wistful sigh.]

I hope that everyone remains in one piece. Our journals grow quieter, but somehow life in this realm seems to stay as hectic as ever.

I doubt anyone was looking for me. But just to let my clients know, I've been under the weather for a while now and I had to quarantine myself in my cabin so that my captain and everyone else in my crew wouldn't catch whatever it is that I have. I haven't fully recovered yet. But, at least, I'm able to get out of bed.

Now, since I have your attention, there are a few things I need to address.

One.

Lea was a good man. He was like a brother to me and...[her voice cracks, just a little bit] I don't think anyone could every replace him. It saddens me to think that I may never see my brother again. There is a piece of my heart that is now missing from me. But I know that things will get better, and know that no matter where he is. He will always have a sister who loves him.

[A pause. A deep breath. And she continues.]

T-Two.

My offer to help people with treasure hunting still stands. But please give me a few more days to recover before I can start taking clients again. My body isn't prepared to handle intense study sessions. Not just yet.

Three.

Hazzies. If you haven't already found them. I got everyone presents for Valentine's, or hearts day, or love day, or whatever the hell they choose to call it in this world. Little black rings for everyone. Had them modelled after toothless because, you know, our boat is the Nightfury? Whatever. Wear it. Don't wear it.

and Four?

I missed you guys.

[If anyone needed her, she'd be in the galley, wrapped in a blanket and drinking tea]

[Accompanying this voice post is the sound of waves rolling into the shore, a little wind, and something creaking every once in awhile.]

Hey so 's been awhile since I checked up on this thing. Y'all don't make as much noise as y' used t', know that? Everybody jus' get sick a each other or we all gone t' hell knows where? Anyway I was jus' hangin' out here... think I'm somewhere Noreast a Empieza... an' I got t' wondrin', like. Why the hell people gotta leave their shit all over in the ocean, y' know? Like, y' got some fishin' wire or some shit, a whole spool a the damn stuff. Jus' gonna like unwind it an' drop it all in the sea like haha shit that was a fun waste a dubloons or somethin'? 'S that a thing people actually do?

[There's some sound of an attempted movement, and more creaking, and a slightly pained grunt. Then a sigh.]

Anyway uh. If anyone's out an' 'round, maybe do me a solid an' keep an eye out for a dumbass tree that looks like it grew a fishman 'stead a coconuts. Cuuuuz that'd prob'ly be me.

Hangin'.

Fishin' lines're possessed a evil I'm tellin' y' an' don't none a y'all forget it!

[For any who happen to be sailing in the Northeast, it will indeed be possible to see a large palm tree grown out over the ocean near some deserted island, with a tangled up fishman hanging upside down from its thick trunk.]

[..... help?]

[There is at first silence before a deep long sigh as she goes to sing a song. Never did she thought that she would sing that particular song. She pauses a moment after it i over before going to sing it again.... The first one being for Naesala and the second one was for her departed father figure, Zeff.]

For those who may know them.... Both Zeff and Naesala are anywhere to be seen.

Good evening.

[ Hook is out at sea right now, and though he is close to landing at the Frosty Hearts Festival, he begins to speak.

Unlike....certain members of his crew, the captain has managed to figure out how the journal works. Perhaps it is simply hours of dictating Smee to write that helps him with the transition, but he takes to it naturally regardless. ]

This is Captain Hook. Though, I presume that some of you might know me by me previous alias, 'Black Stache'.

[ God, its been so long since he has used that name to describe himself. He uses it in hopes that somebody will recognize the moniker, even though its been quite some time since he has used it.

A scurvy brat cutting off your hand inspires a great number of changes in people, after all. ]

I am making the assumption that quite a number of you will be in attendance at the Frosty Hearts Festival, no matter how tacky the event might sound. As a relative newcomer to these waters, I implore all of you to greet me should you find me there.

Do try to live up to the honor of meeting me.

[After looking around to ascertain that he is, in fact, on Isla Empieza again, Dave finds a wall to lean against while talking into his journal. He doesn't have his red pen, so you're all going to have to put up with the sound of his voice.]

Damn, I'm feeling nostalgic all of a sudden. I guess sometimes you never know how much you miss something until it's gone. It doesn't look much different than it did before. I wonder what happened while I was away. Did people form new crews and get into fights? Did the weather act up and did weird shit happen? Did Davy Jones fuck with people like he always does? I bet he fucking did.

Hey Grell, are you out there? I hope you are. I hope Dirk and mini-me came back too, but I doubt that happened. Just my luck, shit never works out the way I want it to.

Thash, you still around? Been awhile since we talked, bro.

To everyone else; sup. Gimme a holla.

[After going through the book that she found on her when she woke up, and finding pages that actually spoke, Shanoa figured if she were to take to the book that it would answer her back.]

Where is this place? I shouldn't be here. [Unlike most newcomers her tone doesn't sound distressed. In fact, the voice doesn't seem to hold much emotion at all other than sounding a bit curious.]

I must complete my mission back in Romania and do not have time for this.

[She pauses for a second, a new thought coming to mind. It wouldn't be all that surprising if he was the one who sent her here.]

That is, unless, a man by the name of Albus is also here as well. If so, I would need information on his whereabouts. Thank you.

Recipes.

[He pauses, as though for emphasis. In actuality, it's so that he can have a lick of the sucker he'd taken out of his mouth a moment ago.]

-specifically for sweets. Anyone have any favorites, a specialty, maybe? I'm always up for trying new things out, or even familiar ones because things by the same name don't necessarily taste the same, right?

[The first couple pages of Johnny's entry aren't even words. Just scribbling and several elegant sketches of beautiful women that he sees passing by in the port. After quickly making several works, he takes a deep sigh.]

Morning, friends! Well, it seems that the handsome hero has once more found himself in a right strange predicament. Name's Johnny, Captain of the infamous Jellyfish Air Pirates. It's a pleasure to speak to you, whoever's listening to me ramble on his little book. From what I've read, there's quite a few of you.

It's a good thing that I'm used to weird nonsense, or else bein' kidnapped by a zombie pirate might seem shocking. I guess after helping avert the end of the world, stuff like this pales in comparison.

So, who's out there, hm? What lucky crew wants a seasoned Captain in their ranks? Hell, I don't even need to run things, I'm more than happy to just cruise along and lend a strong arm. I've only got a few details to iron out.

So, who's got some spots open? Let's talk, so we can weigh options.