[Naesala...hasn't really...slept. His nightmare hasn't kept him in fear, exactly, but as one of his worst fears come to life, the rammifications aren't any less severe. Even if everyone else is acting just as strangely. He's sitting on the mast of the Moon with his journal open next to him, and the sleeve of one arm rolled up. Inspecting a mark on his forearm and really, really trying not to look at a corpse of a friend on deck that may or may not even be real.]

Maybe I was right in my initial assumption. This world must be hell.

Chasing after a legend amounting to nothing but false hope, being toyed with like a nestlings' trinkets, enough curses to keep us occupied and in distress until the end of time.

If the gods exist, they have long stopped caring about us.

[The journal entry ends with a sigh as he rolls his sleeve back down. He knows he's being dramatic, but a day or two doesn't make a difference in thinking the people you're supposed to protect have been slaughtered.]

( Having a girl fall for him has never sucked this much )

[Voice]

[At first there's only the sound of wind tearing at the corners of the pages in the journal and a crashing roar of a nearby waterfall. Then Namur catches his breath, and yells, because his voice is too broken to be heard otherwise.]

Ace or Haruta or Logan or any a y' damn birds still 'round! Maybe Korra! Hell, any Spades, I don't even care! Gone off the shitty waterfall an' I need a lift! Fast!

[There's a scraping noise, a hoarse cough, and then much softer, barely discernible over the background noise:]

Help!

[Something has been troubling Roxas, he has a question that he really wants to get a poll on.]

I was on Candy Mountain and there was a puddle made of chocolate.

I drank some of it, because it's chocolate.

Then a turtle told me I'm weird.

Is that weird?

- Roxas

(By the way - It was delicious.)

What do you guys do when you start to miss home? Or... worry about the people and the responsibilities you left behind, even though everything is supposed to be all right?

[Everyone's in the same situation, so Korra doesn't feel so weird admitting that she's missing home. She's lucky, she realizes, that she has friends that she made both at home and here to keep her company. But still...

It's not home.]

'Kay, seriously. WHY THE HELL'RE WE GOIN' 'ROUND THIS DAMN REEF 'GAIN? Been circlin' this shitty thing for like a MONTH or some shit. Honestly!

[OKAY so it's only been a couple of weeks. But still.]

Runnin' outta damn fish 'round here cuz the schools is all swimmin' off. Not that anyone other'n maybe Nami gives a shit, but if we don't head off for an island soon Y'ALL'RE GONNA BE BITCHIN' 'BOUT STORES AN' SHIT. Did someone let Marco drive or somethin'?

Really though there's somethin' important I wanted t' say. 'Bout swimmin'. This's mostly for the Spades cuz I ain't 'round no one else t' fish y' outta the deep but it's a good thing for y' t' talk 'bout in yer crews. Who the hell knows how t' swim? Who don't know how t' swim but could learn? How many a y' out there's a bunch a shitty hammers an' all y' can do is sink? If yer a Spade, sound off here before I find y'. Else we'll find out the fun way which ones a y' float, sheheheheheh!!!

[True to his word, Namur will be stalking about both the Sun and the Moon. If he catches someone that hasn't already talked to him about their ability to swim (or lack thereof) he'll promptly throw them overboard. For science, or some shit.]

Pirates of the world, RISE UP I say!

This world claims we do not belong here! The people of this world say we have no home, no place on these seas, in this world! I disagree! [Oh lord, Marco's going full steam here.] My world had no use for monsters like us either! My world made it a sin and a crime for some of us to even be born. Well, to hell with that, say I! ARE WE PIRATES OR ARE WE COWARDS?!

I FOR ONE, BEAR THE FLAG OF MY FATHER AND BROTHERS! LET US TAKE OVER THESE SEAS, AND CLAIM OUR PLACE IN A WORLD ONCE AND FOR ALL! LET US SHOW THE WORLD THAT WE WILL NOT BE DENIED OR IGNORED!

Let us show the world that this era is OURS!

[AND WITH THAT: he lets out a huge phoenix cry of victory.] SCRAAAAAAAWWWWWWWWWW!!!!

[We now return you to your daily journal entries of everything else completely different.]

[Hey, guess who found some painted eggs (and more importantly, the dubloons inside them)? Yeah, that's right, this girl.]

Hey everyone! This is Anise Tatlin, from the Friend Ship! ♥ This is pretty important, so pay attention! If you've found any painted eggs floating around, I'd really appreciate it if you can give them to me! Whatever you do, don't open them, okay?

[Aaaand end transmission!]

( aaand action! )

Marco here.

Sorry for my state in the last post, and thank you very much to those sweet enough to humor me, you're too kind.

Bepo, and Vyse, I have duplicates of my maps for you, assuming you both still want them.

For everyone else, I've made about twenty copies of various maps and directions to the Corsair Naval Masquerade Ball. Likewise, in the interest of furthering piracy rebelling against lawful order, I will teach the basics of ranks to anyone with enough brains to actually hold the knowledge. Remember, if you want to go, wear formal costume, and pretend to be part of the navy. Anyone in the Spades wishing to help infiltrate must be able to perform a correct salute and demonstrate ability to discern when it's appropriate. Those who cannot may help infiltrate as waiters.

Thank you.
- Marco

Edited Addendum: Dance lessons for Spades unfamiliar with waltz, samba, and tango will be held every night this week. Namur's breakdance competition comes with a reward, but this style of dance is not acceptable for naval officers, sorry Nam-chan.

( Locked to Robin )

( Locked to Grell )

( Locked to Sebastian )

[everyone is safe where they should be and they are on their way to Candy Mountain. Luffy is content and when a strange package from Ace via the Margie woman arrived, he was alone on deck and opened it to see what it was. It looked to be weird bottles with tiny writing that said Dr. Dan's Fizzy SugarJolt and other words that were too small to read but it didn't matter so he drank one

and then fifteen more.

And now he is sitting on his special seat on the Million Merrily, seemingly still but anyone with a keen sense can see his vibrating softly. Anyone with haki can tell that contained with in him is the combined efforts of sixteen energy drinks swirling in the pit of his stomach and ready to be unleashed upon the world--

Over the journal, though, his voice is calm, almost preternaturally so. The kind of stillness you get before the storm]

I understand it now. I understand everything.

Thank you, Ace...



[ooc: action for Straw Hat Host Club Alliance or Spades. Feel free to run into him crashing around your ship, raiding your food or causing general mayhem]

[Hello Spades and Bloody Roses! This here be one very proud and happy Heron Princess! Despite the sounds of Zeff grumping and yelling in the background, Leanne is happily chirping and singing. This goes on for a few more moments before Leanne turns to the journal.]

Supper is ready! I made it myself with Chef Zeff's guidance so I hope that everyone likes it. [So proud of herself you have no idea, Spades. So freakin proud as she goes now to close her journal and sets the tables.]


[ooc; Leanne went to Zeff for some cooking lessons and this is the result of the first lesson. Fear for your stomachs, Spades and Bloody Roses. Just about all of the food is overcooked with some other touches that Leanne added to almost each dish as Zeff midway through the lesson had to deal with his Phantom Pain issue. Pray for the mercy for your stomachs as Zeff will make sure that all of it will be eaten.]

_{[ It had been awhile since Jake had smelled the sea salted air. He couldn't actually believe he was back at a place that looked similar to where he started from. Jake does take the time to explore a bit, but he doesn't get too far until he decides to finally write in his journal. It's a little intimidating— from the looks of it, people could read what you could write in the journal.
That is.. what it seemed, at least. For there were all sorts of conversations going on in this magical journal. He was too shy to upright ask somebody for assistance, especially in the garb he had on now. What is scribbled into the journal is with a green pen of sorts, and it's funny looking writing. Anybody could tell this guy was nervous. ]}

Ehem. Err. Salutations dear persons within this mystical journal! I do fret i shant get much further in this sort of ruffian setting without hereby obtaining for myself some sort of fitting attire.
I am completely and utterly dumbfounded at this surprising new scenery as lovely as it is.. i feel as if im going to get my ears boxed by any one of these vicious brood of cut-throating swashbuckling vermin that i cross dire paths with.
Although engaging in the tomfoolery of fisticuffs piques my keen interest wholeheartedly i dont feel as if i am in the proper position to be bamboozled in any sorts of drunken spar and have my derriere served on a golden platter by having the everfriggin tar kicked outta me.
My request is peculiar i assure you.
Please dont laugh.
But can somebody properly help me locate a place to find some trousers? I really dont want to relocate where i am until i know where i am going.
Um. Thank you.

PS: i would also like to inquire about what the devilshits is going on here but i figure being pointed in the right place to obtain pants would be priority.

PSS: If you go by or have heard of the handle gutsygumshoe timaeustestified or tipsygnostalgic um..
Its jake and im here i reckon.

_{[ Honestly. Somebody help this poor puppy. ]}

[ Immediately alarmed by the scale of the things around him, when this Charmander awoke he avoided the eyes of any people as best as he could, and heart still beating fast he peeked out slightly of the alley in which he ran. After calming down somewhat he sits, and there's some hesitation as Calvin contemplates writing in the journal he somehow had. He raises a quill, lowers it... lets it hover there above the page, and then raises it up again.

Where should he even start? There were all the obvious things, like how the place is like, what info is known and whatnot. It was strange, and it could be dangerous... but the Charmander supposed some solace could be found in that he wasn't the only one in this situation. He absently waves the feather at the side of his cheek, and looks up to the cloudy sky, still puzzled. The glow of a fire flickering so low to the ground might be a curious sight for those who happen to pass by that street. But before he gets distracted; finally, he begins to write some words. ]

You know, even with all the weird things that have happened in my life, this is a whole new level of unbelievable. I hope you don't take offense if I ask this but... are there any... [ At his second's pause, the ink blot thickens. ] other non-humans here?

[Why oh why is she feeling such misery? Her head was pounding and her whole entire body seemed bent on punishing her. All she had was just that one cup. But just that one cup did this to her? Arggggh, so much groaning and moaning now.

Naesala's torn between feeling sorry for her situation and irritation that it came to this in the first place. He silently passes her a glass of water and motions for her to drink.

She blinks at the drink and moves to sit up, taking the glass and a slow sip. "Naesala..... Just what is this sake drink?" Cause she is never having it again.... ever Cue in another groan and a sip.

He keeps his voice low to minimize her suffering. "An alcoholic drink our captain should not have given you."

You are being so sweet, Naesala and she is grateful for that. "But he said that it was a proper way to welcome in new crew and I did not wish to step on either his kindness or welcome." One last sip.

"Saying 'no' isn't stepping on his kindness, it's letting him know of your limitations." Not to mention what she can't eat, negative chaotic energy... He sighs and takes the glass from her when she's ready.

"This.... I think will be the only time I will do something like this. I keep forgetting that beorcs don't know herons." She smiles as he takes the glass from her and waits a few minutes before leaning on him.

He lets her without any outward fuss. If only because of how miserable she sounds. "Believe me, I will make sure this doesn't happen again. Maybe have a nice discussion with the captain."

Yup, he does make the best pillow. Ravens are forever the best pillows. And she doesn't quite like that tone either. "Just be sure to be nice to him." A soft chuckle with some chirps. "But I know that you will keep me safe, Naesala."

Safe from alcohol and idiots, sure. "I'll do what I can. In the meantime...what is it beorc say? 'Sleep it off'?"

"Thank you...." She blinks and nods before moving in to start snuggling and cuddling him. "Sleep it off huh?"

"Or something similar." He lets out a sigh through his nose and lets her get comfortable, hoping heron hangovers weren't as bad or long-lasting as human ones.

[ooc; Sake + Herons = one hangover bird princess. Italics are Naesala so be prepared to have both respond.]

Hello hello poppets!

[Oh god, if Marco seemed messed up before, it's a lot worse now. Too many cards removed from his house of well... cards.]

Oi~! And wot 'ave we 'ere then?

A pair of shears!

That's right! It's time to shed this pineapple facade at the roots! Thatch you've got two days to get your big hairy ass back here, or the pineapple hair gets it. [Oh the humanity! Can you imagine Marco bald? Luckily you don't have to, because he has no intention of cutting off his glorious spiky fronds golden locks. No, no. He dyed it black instead. And no amount of speedy return will stop him. BWAHAHAHAH. Namur will recognize the look from when Marco was mourning Thatch and Ace went missing in their own world, but that makes this no less crazy. Especially since if anything, Marco seems a little.... cracked, and even more unstable than usual. And even Roxas could note that a certain fiery blue phoenix has turned black. Maybe he's just trying to fit in with the awesome crow king or something. Ikki, Thatch, Ace, Selphie: look what your absence has done! You turn your back for one second and Marco goes and does something drastic! And even just being there won't fix it back to normal. SO there.]

[He also painted his nails and jabbed couple of earrings into one side, because fuck it. Marco does what he wants.]

[Anyone not in the Spades is encouraged to ask wtf. Heck, anyone IN the Spades is encouraged to ask wtf.]

[And by the time everyone gets back, well Marco has a surprise for you...]

[ooc: replies might also come from fieryblackbird]

[Written in a very fluid and well-practiced script. He'd worked what he was going to write and how to write it during the last two days, hoping to present himself in a favorable manner while also explaining why he had waited so long. From what he could tell, the next round of expected arrivals would be coming soon and him claiming to have only now shown up would be suspicious. The truth of the matter was much easier to go with, even if it needed some explanation.]

To those looking to recruit a sailor,

It seems all the activity and excitement of the last few weeks has died down and those who went to battle are tending to their wounds. Welcome news though this is, I do profess to be more concerned about my own circumstances. I arrived just as the lady, the witch, attempted to sway the minds of those new to this land. I remained quiet and did not seek out the ships and crews others have made offers of and continued to do so until now. In this time I have been studying the people and what is know of this world as best I may.

I confess I thought it all to be some elaborate lie and that I was being manipulated perhaps by the powers of some demon of the Fade. Or a particularly powerful and malevolent malificarum. For those of you not of my world, the world of Thedas, the Fade is the realm of dreams from which all magic comes. Malificarum are blood mages, those who use blood to power their magic instead of, or in concert with, the mana within them.

As the rest of you, I have come to accept that this is not a trick. We are really here. This does not make dealing with the demands of life in this world any easier, of course. With all that said, would like to inquire about joining a ship now that those who are established have a chance at a break from the fighting. I am a mage of some skill and a veteran of many battles, though I have little knowledge of how to sail.

My hound and I have been making camp in the forests outside the town on Isla Empieza and will be planning to return in the next several days to meet with interested parties.

Thank you for your consideration.

-Sydni Surana, Warden-Commander of Ferelden

Cheers to the rookies who put themselves in the line of fire to get their comrades. I had low opinions of you guys before, but you're really comin' through and showin' you've got the guts to be pirates! So, cheers wherever you are! Cheers to your bravery and here's to hoping it wasn't a one-time thing!

Now, I got to thinkin'--that we aren't gonna last on these seas if we keep sailing as gently as we have. From here on out, I'm declarin' war on every lousy pirate who thinks they can dominate us and take away our freedom. It's war, so be ready!

[There was the sound of Ace hitting a pony-keg with a tap.]

Anyway! Spade Pirates! We're gonna put a formal halt on recruiting for the moment! Given that we've got so many newcomers to the sea, I think our vets need a break and a bit of time to regain our respective composure. So, I'll be puttin' a halt on recruits with two exceptions--

First, anyone bearin' this mark I'm drawin' here in the journal is someone you can recruit! Bear in mind, we Whitebeards recognize our own. If someone comes in with a false mark, we'll kick the shit out of them the second we see them.

Listen up. Prepare to move out. Captain's orders. Anything that needs to get done on shore, wrap up before noon today because that's when we'll be weighing anchor. Moon will take point, Sun will pick up any stragglers, but don't be a straggler. Namur is captaining the Moon but for anything else come to me. If you have problems with this you can remain on shore.

For anyone that remains with the Spade Pirates. The end is unknown. There is likely to be a hard fight or two before the end of it. But we'll get through it so long as we fight together. That is all.

[Thatch will be standing in the exact center of the Sun, arms folded, if you wish to talk.