Since you lot of scalliwags were actually crazy enough to elect me as captain, the first order of business is a drinking and coloring contest. No, I'm not joking. All pictures will be judged by the wide audience network on the journals. They must be colorful, because everything is better with sparkles.

Second order is Thatch is in charge of booty patrol. No, not treasure. Booty.

Third is Sunshine gets to do whatever she wants. Promotion to Princess of Universe, yoi.

Fourth is whoever makes Ikki smile first -- genuine smile, not pushing his cheeks back which I don't recommend or he might bite you, gets a fifty dub reward.

Speaking of which, we are actually going to do something to make money now, now just sit around spending it all the damn time. I swear Ace and Pops go through gold like it's sake. You can all suggest anything you'd like, or blatantly refuse to do, but if the ideas aren't fun, I'll just take the booty patrol out and have them work it. [What the fuck does that mean? No. No. Don't ask.]

And lastly now that I have the journal's attention, [And to much surprise and irony, Marco's tone finally shifts out of his eternal damnable deadpan to something almost smooth and amused. This can't be good.] I'd like to speak with a certain gorgeous redhead and anyone else interested in pirate alliances between crews, eh?

[Oh and if you thought he was done? No. He submits the first coloring entry.... because of course he does.] ( Cut to spare your brain )

[After regaining her eyesight, Katarina's been quiet and had isolated herself from the World, so to speak. She rarely talked to her crew mates, but dutifully did her chores around the ship. Most of the time she spends in the armory, maintaining her blades and anyone else's that are in there, or outside in crow's nest with wad of paper and pencil, sketching models of daggers.

So this particular day, she's been sitting on top of the crates and her hand had drew something very familiar to her. A hextech gunblade. Her hand hovered of the piece of paper for several moments before she grabbed her journal-]

Has anyone ever heard of a gunblade? Not the scramble, put-together gunblade that can blow up in your face any given second. I mean real gunblade.

If anyone has any info on it, I'd like to hear- where and how to obtain it.

[A rustle of paper could be heard along with sand hitting them. There's splashing of waves in the distance. It goes on like that for some time, a complete silence, before a very deep groan could be heard. And a whimper. And whine.

A sharp gasp reveals that person just woke up, taking in the air that's burning the lungs. She coughs and curses, then something hard hits the pages.]

Where... what... [More coughing.

A short pause before she speaks up in panicked, distressed voice-]

W-What's going on here!?

[She can't see. Anything.]


[info for crew: She ended up on Revenland.]

How many people want to go back to their own worlds? Especially during things like this.

My world often had storms in the New World like this, so I can't say this makes me homesick.

Then again, anyone who knows me well knows I don't intend to ever go back.

I hate when people tell me this isn't my world. I mentioned that at the start of this summer too, and that my world has no use for monsters like us, so why not go where I please? Maybe that's a side effect of being a bird. I'll go wherever I want. But then whose world is it if not mine? People born here? Who decides that? Clearly Davy Jones thinks otherwise, whether we're puppets and pawns or not.

Everything is too familiar lately. I hate it.

 [theres the sound of  a book being flung open, and then...]

what the HECK?! What'd I do, piss of Davy Jones or something? Eat some strange food? Walk through some... Cursed fairy magical stupid crap?! WHY AM I A....[he paused to look at himself again. Just what the heck is he?] 

FURRY RACCOON THING?!

....urgh. I like this place but it's weird. Seriously. Whatever this crap is, it better go back to normal. Anyone in the Bloody Roses hear me? It looks like I'm on isle Empieza for some weird reason in addition to being a fuzzy freaking forest animal. I'm gonna go to the Backwater Brig and use the nav to get to the ship. 

((Ooc: oh noes! Thash has swapped bodies with Yasaburo the raccoon dog shapeshifter! But he doesn't know how to shapeshift so currently he's just a raccoon dog. This post is open to action Yasaburo, Thash, and anyone on the bloody roses who interacts with them while body swapped. Feel free to start branching threads from it where needed. Open audio to everyone else!))

[All these complaints about disappearances are grating on Katarina's nerves. She's been staring at the journal for some time- it keeps making noise and she has no means to make it shut the hell up.]

It's funny that when people start disappearing, our Captain pops up like a mushroom from the ground.

Only she popped up on the cloud. Same damn thing.

I'd like to know why people are disappearing. I know, I heard it's a Davy Jones' thing, but being more specific won't hurt.

[She needs to prepare you know. She doesn't like being left behind on the things.]

(  ✲ Keep friends close and enemies guessing ✲  )

[There is a groaning sound before the sound of a long lost voice coming through the journals.]

What carriage was that?! That driver should be arrested!

[Then after a pause, Grell speaks again.]

...where is the sea?! And my ship?!

Why am I above the clouds...

[There is some paper rustling, probably from the journal that is resting on her knees. After several moments of silence, she finally speaks up- the voice calm but oddly cold, as if she is forcing herself to speak that way.]

Hypothetically speaking- what do you do when you miss someone?

(  ✲ Better dead than dull ✲  )

*In the evening, Faye stands up on the deck, looking out across the water, gazing at how beautiful all those lights look*


Okay, so the rainbow glitter thing is kind of camp but...

...these lights are really pretty.

 

Not bad, crazy pirate world, not so bad.

Dated to: July 3rd

[In huge, big, bold, irregular letters, there is a short note from Katarina. Crew mates be wary.]

IF I SEE ANOTHER BOTTLE OF ALCOHOL NEAR ME I WILL SET IT ON FIRE!

YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED.

[Hidden in her cabin, with pillow over the head, someone has a hangover for the first time in her life.]

This is working, right? [It seems like an odd question to ask, having to reassure herself that her journal is functioning properly. Still, after what she's had put up with recently, she can't help it being one of her top priorities.]

Okay, finally. [Nami lets out a deep sigh.] I never thought I'd be this glad to be back on the surface.

I'm not sure how long it's been since I fell. I lost track after a few days.

Have I missed anything important?

Spades, are the ships anywhere near Port Chance?

[Keimi stands on the deck of the ship, a small tanto in her hand. In front of her is a mannequin, reinforced with leather. She grips it tight, bringing the blade above her head and, eyes shut tight, she swings it downward.

And misses by a mile.

She falls, but catches herself on the mannequin. With the assistance of a bubble, she is back on her tail. This time, she won't miss. The same stance, the same shut eyes, and with another swing, she sticks the blade into the mannequin's shoulder.

And when her eyes open to see what she has done, she gasps, releasing the blade's hilt and falling onto her rear in terror.]

----

[Later in the day, after she's cleaned up her mess, she takes to her journal.]

What... kind of weapon do you use... if you don't really want to hurt someone?

So...which island isn't damaged? I'm starting to lose count...

I'm asking on behalf of Miss Musa, as she'd like to find a suitable place to host a talent show. I've offered to give my assistance to her, so the least I can do is fish around for good locations.

 ....I dunno where your room is so I guess I have to use this stupid book. It looks like were headed for an island....

[he paused for a second. Maybe he was checking if they were still sailing towards it?] 

theres some stuff I wanna do during the day when we get there. But you wanna train sometime in the evening? I tried that executioner sword the other day...I kinda like it. But I'm not sure if I could wield it quickly enough for it to be effective. It'd help to have a partner to try it on...carefully, of course.

[he wouldn't want to make her bleed. Or piss her off for that matter]

So! It seems that some little miss nice boots wants all of us to behave~! Or else, no less!

[There is a long pause before the sound of a bottle being broken and a whoosh sound pops up. The sound is very akin to fire.]

You'll need to COME AND FIND ME if you want to punish me~!

[Soon enough, screams can be heard while people scream to help put out a fire. Then a chainsaw is suddenly heard, and there's far more to scream about now.]

Deesuko Ballia, I knew thee well!


[Action for the Bloody Roses: they are definitely not gonna stick around after this turn of events! To arms and chaos!]

Next island better be a giant spa. Massages and manicures. Sure as hell safer and easier than that shit at Gun Frontier. So what do lazy people do? Ya know, something interesting without actually having to get up and go anywhere. There's only so much sitting around doing fuck all a girl can handle.

[It's short, to the point, and grouchy sounding. He's chilling in his cabin, after fixing the god damn door that Korra busted through, with his cat, Pryde, and ignoring the children for the time being. Just a short time...]

Any adults out there still able to drink? This is god damn ridiculous.

[the real point of this post however, was to contact Faye, thus he left a private note, hand written to her. he's already robbing the cradle with this one, might as well check to make sure it's not worse.]

[Written; Private to Faye V.]
You still you? Or do I got some explaining to do?