More familiar names belonging to unfamiliar people, from worlds both extremely close and very far in nature from the one I know. I do not think it is something one could ever get completely used to.

Sometimes I wonder if-

[And at that point Mitsuhide trails off, leaving little dots of ink after his last words, because without really thinking about it he has pulled a certain sweet from the bowl that has appeared in the Koumyou's island camp. Distraction makes the magical urge to do so very hard to resist; it makes the urge to obey the heart-shaped sweet's message even harder to ignore.]

[So a few moments later, Mitsuhide adds, in a slightly less neat kind of script:]

Lord Motochika, I love you.

[...yeah, he's just going to leave it there. Whatever he was going to say beforehand has been unsurprisingly washed from his mind by sheer embarrassment.]

[After his Very Educational Broadcast (tm) about the Olympics, Rin hasn't bothered using the journal for anything but occasionally responding to people. There's no point; a lot of things have happened to keep him very busy, and none of them are anyone else's business. He's not like those whiners, or the people who think they're important enough that everybody should give a shit about what they have to say, let alone the people who just want to make friends. Give him a break. This is a race, plain and simple, even if it's a painfully slow one.

Still, he does read the journal from time to time, when there's nothing better to do. He was doing so now, until -...

There's a thud, starting the audio feed as the journal falls open.]

Dammit - Nitori! I told you not to move!

[Another voice bursts out rather desperately:] I'm sorry, senpai! But your elbow was..! Here, just let me lie like this...

OW! That was my -... You..!

[What follows is more growling than actual words - which is probably for the best, because nobody needs to hear Rin's thoughts right now. There's a frustrated breath, like a great feat of strength, a creaking of ropes, and -]

Waaaah! [Thud. Pause.] Oh, here's your journal, senpai!

Shut up! [But at least the entry ends there, Rin slapping the journal shut.

Someone found out how to deal with the cold curse.
And he's doubting whether the solution is really worth it.]

Okay! I asked some questions of the people around the Island and read the entry that appeared in my journal first. I went to that funny statue too. I think I'm prepared to do this now.

Hello everyone. It feels strange writing in a journal that other people can see, but it's a familiar thing at least. Almost comforting. I hope that other people feel that way about it too.

My name is Nitori Aiichiro. I'm trying to figure out where to go from here. I have all this information, but that doesn't tell me much about how someone who doesn't know how to sail can possibly join a pirate crew.

I know how to swim! That's not really useful once you're really far out in the ocean, is it? I mean, unless someone falls overboard. Or you have to dive to look for the treasure. I'm good at cooking too. Everyone has to eat, even on ships, right?

I wish Matsuoka-senpai were here to help me organize my thoughts. He's really good at pointing out what I'm capable of. But I can do this! I can totally handle this situation, even if it's really weird. There's no reason whatsoever to just give up. I'll just find a crew and then

Wait. Everyone can see this. I forgot and gave myself a pep talk. Oh no, that's so embarrassing! Maybe I'll just wait for an answer now.