[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?

Gyaaaaaaaaaaah!!

[Good morning, Justice crew. You may notice the panicked screaming coming from Maribelle's cabin.

Later in the day, you can find "Maribelle" awkwardly wandering the ship, and by "wandering" I mean dragging herself around by desperately clinging to the walls to keep herself upright. A step too quick and she'll probably topple over. Please lend her a hand.

Once she's calmed herself done, the mermaid-turned-troubadour will take to her journal in an attempt to locate her crew.]

Th-this is Keimi. I'm on another ship right now, and I'm not in my body...

Are the Straw Hats still okay? Luffy-chin? Sanji-chin? Elsa? Anna?

[She could sit there listing everyone's names. She's worried about you all, but instead, she'll hold her tongue and hope for a response.]

Maribelle-chin, I'm sorry if I'm not very good at using your legs...

[there is silence a moment, just the sound of the sea to let you know the journal is open and then:]

I've decided I don't care about dating or that kind of stuff anymore.

[sent mostly to Ace and Smoker but he doesn't know how to private it or even if that's a thing really. Anyway it seemed a lot of people hadn't wanted him to think about that kind of thing in the first place so he should let them know]

I wanna be Pirate King and have all the friends I want and all the meat I want.

[and the rest of it... it didn't matter. Nothing could be better than nakama anyway. That done, he closes the journal and goes to find Smoker. He wants to spend more time with him before the race is over]

[The letters that show up are all close together, the words written quickly in a scrawl that does not at all look as if it were written by a princess, someone you'd presume to be graceful and elegant. To maybe one person reading this though, the almost childish (or at least very carefree) script may look familiar. Like notes once slipped under a door...]

I guess there's people reading this, so. Okay, I'm just going to ask here. Anyone seen a fountain? Because I've been told by this journal to find a fountain if I want to know why I'm here. Yet there's not one, as far as I can tell. There's a waterfall that's really more like a waterrise. But no fountain.

For a while there I thought this was a dream, except it's even weirder than my usual dreams. Which is saying something as I once dreamed I was Joan of Arc on a quest to rescue a kind but misunderstood dragon while riding a giant talking pig. ...Okay, so maybe it's not weirder than that dream. But it's definitely going in a different direction.

[She's aware that she just used what's basically a magic community correspondence network as her own personal diary for a second there. But moving on...]

Anyway, I'm Anna. For whoever is reading this. And again, directions to that fountain would be reeeeally helpful. Assuming that fountain is going to tell me something important, anyway. Though it kind of seems like I've just been recruited by some possibly ominous force to go on an exciting, sea-faring adventure. Like maybe a race. It looks like that word's been mentioned a lot in these other entries.

[She's only skimmed through what other people have written. Maybe if she'd actually read it all instead, she'd be more aware of what was happening.]

[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?

Who the fucking hell comes up with the amounts for bounties around here anyway? Because they're total bullshit.

[Huff huff.

Then mutters:]

Guess at least I don't have a shitty messed up poster.

[SO MUCH GRUMBLING, THOUGH.]

[If she sounds a bit loopy, it's because of the strange aftereffects of the storm. And her usual issues. Those aren't helping.]

Now you listen here! I'm the strongest, prettiest, bravest woman in the whole country and I don't need some matchmaker, alright? I can find a guy on my own! I totally can!

I totally can!

Maybe there should be a tournament! Yeah! A tournament! I'll fight you! I'll fight you all! That'll prove it! Whoever wins can marry me! If I say so!

I might not say so!

Maa, well... the wind seems to be dying down a bit.

[though it's still howling outside. He's been in the hold for the better part of three days because, among other things, his sleep mask kept blowing off. An ice shield on the deck was always an option, of course, but when it melted, Coby gave him long dramatic inward sighs and went to get the mop bucket.

So here he is, cross legged in the hold, playing cards, contemplating life and generally trying not to get a crick in his neck]

I hereby petition for a bigger ship. Though I'm not entirely sure which island would be the best choice for that.

[Flips over another card. Diamond. He can't help but think of Diamond Jozu -- Though he is not here. Twelfth Division Haruta, then. Haruta diamond, Portgas spade, Phoenix Marco the club and the hearts were for an entirely group of pirates all together so a high and low joker, then for the two relative uknowns. Fishman Namur. Fourth Divison nee Headhunter Thatch, rumored to have been assassinated by a former nakama but very much alive here. Though perhaps he was in the same boat with Portgas.]

Otherwise, who else would want to make peace with the Navy? [Club. Spade. Heart... he thought he'd shuffled all those out. To the side it goes. There was not a card for Marines of course. They were generally supposed to be the players]

It seems that whatever happened has ended, at least for me. I hope everyone else that was affected has recovered properly.

My memories of those past days are still a bit foggy, it's strange to try to fit them in place at the moment. I wonder if they will become clearer or if I will end barely remembering them like some events of my childhood at that age.

Anyway, I apologize if during those days I was rude or a bother to anyone, especially those who remained in their proper mind. It doesn't seem as if my younger self made much use of the journal and I can imagine why, but it never hurts to be safe. Please, regain whatever my younger self said with a grain of salt and bear in mind the age I was at the time.

[She's not sure how much damage control she can do in those circumstances. Or even if there's any damage control to be done, maybe it really doesn't matter to anyone at all, but just in case... This is the least she can do.]

[sitting on the inn roof at Empieza and he's decided himself a thing]

I wanna kiss as many people as I can. [doom!] But it's hard to figure out the rules! So if you wanna kiss someone then we should definitely meet up!

[and it's the perfect solution. Because if someone wants to kiss someone as much as he wants to kiss someone then they can just kiss and it's simple]

[Keimi has slowly begun to get back to her old self. It was difficult to get over the idea of dying, but once things started to carry on as usual, the thought drifted to the back of her mind. She had been killed, but it was over, and now she's back. As far as she could tell, everything was going to be alright.

To help her get over this, she's put her focus on work. She's taken up a corner in what used to be Usopp's workshop. Leftover sail canvas is strung up on a clothes line to give her a barrier of privacy. Inside are two crudely-welded wire frames; the start of mannequins. She may or may not be hiding a small burn on the back of her hand she received while assembling them. All of this work has made Keimi much more scarce aboard the ship, but when you do run into her, she is in a great mood.

Early this afternoon, she takes to her journal.]

I think I'm going to start making clothing. But... I can't really do much with just canvas and rope. Does anyone know a good place find materials? I'm sure Empieza has something, but I'd like it if I could find something a bit more... special, too.

Um... my name is Elize Lutus. I-It's nice to meet you all!

[ She sounds awfully shy, but it sounds like she likes the idea of talking to people this way too. ]

I have a question... My spirit artes definitely feel weaker here, even though I have Teepo... D-does anyone else feel like something is... off about their abilities?

[ Frankly she's just worried something might have happened to Teepo, but - it's probably something good to learn too since her spirit artes are definitely something she wouldn't want to lose in a situation like this. ]