With the Navy apparently stepping up their efforts against us, there's an important question to be answered:

How is everybody getting along with their crewmates? Navy crews will be trained to work together well, and it'll be a problem if we can't do the same.

[Voice]

Hello everyone~!!!! It has been a while.

I hope that everyone's settled once more. I also hope there weren't that many casualties on our part and wishing for Dog's speedy recovery. Stay safe~!!!

[Written]

[To the crew of Antoinette]:
Everyone, we have a meeting later. Please meet me in front of the Wardroom!

We have much to discuss. [Plus, he needs to show everyone the new Kotatsu.]

[Private: Kaoru, Hikaru, Karen and Kyouya. Dated: January 30]
February is so close! We have a meeting in the Wardroom tonight. After Haruhi has slept! Make sure no one tells Haruhi about it!

So, a new year is about to start. That certainly makes it feel as though we've been here for a long time. In all the chaos we'd had, I almost didn't realize how much time was passing. None of us have been here a year, and I'm still holding out hope that none of us will be, but those of us remaining from the first group have been here nearly four months, and it seems clear that we're in this for the long haul, so to speak.

Now, during that time we have accomplished some rhings. We've found one piece of the Piedra Roja, we've learned the schedule for new arrivals, and we've successfully fought off the Navy and kept Isla Empieza as a friendly port. Obviously there is a long way to go, but given that we did all this while having people constantly appear and disappear around us and in many cases while we were still learning how to sail, I believe it's fair for us to feel proud of what we've done.

Some points of order:

• It would appear that new arrivals appear on a regular schedule, as we suspected. Given this, it would be prudent for us to ensure these newcomers are informed quickly of the situation, to avoid incidents like the one that prompted the Navy blockade in the first place.
• Scurvy Dog has implied that the Navy is working on something to use against us. Details weren't given. We need to find out what this is.
• Related to both of the above, we need to establish a method of preventing, well, stupid questions from being asked. The individuals involved are gone now, but in September there was a proposal to plan questions for Scurvy Dog in advance and vote on one to ask each week. I suggest reviving this plan.

Calling all able and willing ships.

Since it has been apparent that multiple ships will be raiding Isla Empieza, I find it imperative that we have a proper strategy. Even with all of us, we are outnumbered and, very likely, outgunned.

The strategy I have proposed is using magics and other talents to create a foggy mass, possibly stormlike in appearance, that will disguise our approach and fool the Navy into not firing a single shot until we are already behind them and at the advantage.

Though I am open to other ideas. Anything beyond a full frontal assault has some merit, but if you're going to suggest some suicidal blazing guns routine, I'm going to politely ask you to shove it and let the real strategists talk.

So. Suggestions?

I believe it to be important that we get a handle on two things.

1. How many of us are vampires now?

2. Has anyone turned into something other than a vampire?

Thank you.

This be first mate Karen Minazuki o' the Antoinette, writin'...

Arr, it be affectin' the written word, too?!

Anyway, no need t' foul the air wit yer talkin' funny about talkin' funny, me hearties. Most of us be in the same boat. This be what that scurvy dog Scurvey Dog be meanin' by "givin' an answer," me think.

[If you happen to be watching this entry as Karen first writes it, there's a pause here.]

Me head hurts just readin' me own words.

-It's a full moon out. And you hear a definite, distinct howling.

And normally this would be a frightening, hair raising horror. Because werewolves are scary, right? But something about this just sounds... lonesome.

For those on the ship, there's something cool about watching her take up a perch, howling at the moon's elegant light. Some might even say she looks gorgeous in that light, in spite of how she tries to hide how furry she gets during the full moon...

Though eventually, she realizes that she had meant to put something else in the journal, before her instincts took over. At least none of them could see her, but... Hopefully no one would ask what that was.-

Um... Can we just pretend none of you all saw that? That would probably best... Sorry to wake any of you up! It's one thing to do this on a ship, but for everyone out there in the ether to hear it too... How embarrassing.