[After several shots of whiskey Harlock's shard frequency experiment has gone from humming a few of the tunes in "Ye Olde Sailor Songs" to singing them with custom lyrics.]



Oh, a drop of Nelson's blood wouldn't do us any harm
Oh, a drop of Nelson's blood wouldn't do us any harm
Oh, a drop of Nelson's blood wouldn't do us any harm
And we'll all hang on behind.

So we'll roll the old chariot along
An' we'll roll the golden chariot along. 
So we'll roll the old chariot along 
An' we'll all fall in behind!

Oh, a mug of Gamilas ale wouldn't do us any harm
Oh, a mug of Gamilas ale wouldn't do us any harm
Oh, a mug of Gamilas ale wouldn't do us any harm
And we'll all fall in behind.

So we'll roll the old chariot along
An' we'll roll the golden chariot along. 
So we'll roll the old chariot along 
An' we'll all fall in behind!

Oh, a tussle with the Navy wouldn't do us any harm
Oh, a tussle with the Navy wouldn't do us any harm
Oh, a tussle with the Navy wouldn't do us any harm
And we'll all fall in behind.

So we'll roll the old chariot along
An' we'll roll the golden chariot along. 
So we'll roll the old chariot along
An' we'll all fall in behind!

A bit of St Elmo's Fire wouldn't do us any harm
A bit of St Elmo's Fire wouldn't do us any harm
A bit of St Elmo's Fire wouldn't do us any harm
If the Karyū remembers to fire

So we'll roll the old chariot along
An' we'll roll the golden chariot along. 
So we'll roll the old chariot along 
An' we'll fall in on behind!

Oh, a shard in the bath wouldn't do us any harm
Oh, a shard in the bath wouldn't do us any harm
Oh, a shard in the bath wouldn't do us any harm
And we'll all fall in behind.

So we'll roll the old chariot along
An' we'll roll the golden chariot along. 
So we'll roll the old chariot along 
An' we'll all fall in be
[ the last line cuts off abruptly as Harlock realizes the journal's been turned to a blank page, and is therefore recording. Well if the's thing's recording he might as well voice a few serious thoughts.]

Well that's the whole book, and nothing.

I'm not sure having these things set to enhance or produce people's abilities is wise. One crew with a normal shard has vanished before passing it along. Well this whole frequency finding makes for a hell of a security measure.

[The writing's a little ruff, he hasn't had to make do with the table in the galley for ages]

Due to circumstances beyond my control I'm in the market for a new writing desk. I'm checking to make sure there isn't an island of strange furniture makers I don't know about.

[Yes Harlock did leave the Mistress's shard out on his desk, and it caught fire when he out dealing with the storm. Better the desk than his Heavy Red Bourbon

The journal picks him mumbling.]

It was to big for the room anyway. Not sure how he got half of that stuff in there in the first place.

[The journal picks up a loud meow. And the sound of something being batted around. Mikun is currently next to the journal using the Mistress' now glowing shard as a cat toy. ]

So this is what the bath kid was talking about last year. I didn't think it be so bright.
[The shard had started by giving off en enough light it's hiding place in a locked box under the floor boards to be seen.

Meep was talking about resonance happening with these things. The other guy didn't exactly mention it but the sun didn't rise till the start of November last year.


[If anyone on crew is interested in taking a look it's not like Harlock keeps the door locked though you'll have to get it way from Mi-kun if you want a really close look. For a real nostalgia trip you might notice Barboosa's flag on top of the lock box both it and the jewel shard had been in.]

The gods know I seriously doubt this world will fall into a repetitive wheel regarding the shit it throws at us. But I suppose it doesn't hurt to be careful and given that I know some people work better with actual warnings than with calls for their common sense...

For all of those who weren't here last year, in case no one has told you. Around those days, last year, we encountered several "ghost ships" while sailing through a thick mist. If that were to happen again, beware of them, those ghosts couldn't be harmed in any way as far as I know, yet if they touched someone they could change them. Or even outright kill them.

Now that I think of it, other than a day in which everyone talked like bad pirate imitations, the ghost ships were the first really strange shit I saw in this world. Not counting islands, of course, those are a whole different category. [Speaking of which...] Anyone knows any other way to destroy an island that doesn't involve burning it? Or at least a way to destroy the plant life there.

[Not that he plans to return just yet, not even to get rid of the flowers. But it never hurts to know.]

[There is ragged breathing, as if someone is trying not to freakout, and a bit of sniffling.]

Hey...heeeeeyyyyyyy! Can anypony...h-hear me?

[C'mon, Pinkie, don't cry. Keep it together!]

I'm in a strange room...and...I sound really weird! A-And [SNIFFLE] I have these bony things on the end of my hooves!

[SNIFFLES LOUDER BEFORE--]

WHERE ARE MY HOOOOOVESSSS! [Breaks down and sobs]

WHOEVER STOLE MY GOMU GOMU BETTER GIVE IT BACK BEFORE I KICK THEIR ASS!

[after that Draco Luffy will be tearing around the ship, looking in stuff as if searching for his hidden stretchy powers. Given that he has a bit of untrained wizardry in him, various things will either burst into flowers or catch on fire, your pick]

[It's about seven o'clock in the morning, time for the cook to make breakfast . . . ]

[When suddenly . . .]

AAAAARRRGGGGH - GGGHK!!!

[Rise and shine! Why, yes, that was a scream that ended in a choking gurgle.]

I'm - I'm -

I'm furry! I'm big! I'm not sexy and beautiful anymore!

Who did this to me? I'll feed you to my crocodile, you - you - you villain!!!

[. . . And then the deep, manly voice immediately starts wailing, hiccuping, and crying.]



[ooc; Kodachi's now in Bepo's body! As such, she's on the Million Merrily. :) Action is open to those nearby!]

[Forward dated to around 2 AM on the 21st:

The unnatural is keenly aware of the unnatural.

For hours, Alex Tate has watched the mist come. Watched it darken and build and then climb the sides of the ship, slinking onto the deck. From her place on the yardarm, she watched it slip through the gratings, down into the lower decks.

There was no way to drop to the deck and ring the bell -- try to sound the alarm -- without diving headlong into it.

But even her vantage point gives her no protection. Thin tendrils of the mist climb the masts, extend out the yardarm, and follow her when she tries to climb higher.

From the topgallant of the mizzenmast, there's nowhere else to go. The thing that has been pursuing her wins, wrapping around her ankles. She scratches at it but only succeeds in clawing at herself.

The coils go as quickly as they came, but the feeling in the pit of her stomach doesn't. Her entire body feels cold, and the throat feels dry. Like she's been screaming for hours. The vampire instincts in her dislike very much what she feels but cannot be rid of the feeling. It's all that it can know of something outside it's comprehension.

She feels utter fear.

Alex moves down the mast quickly, taking her position on the fighting top again, her journal waiting for her. She opens it and tries to speak calmly, but she is still frightened, and she's angry that something has scared her so deeply.]

Something just happened on Triton's Mistress. A black mist.

Did anyone else see it?

[She needs to know. Needs to be sure if it was targeted, localized, or wide-spread.

She'll finally fall asleep at morning twilight, and after that... well.]

[There's a bit of commotion on Gene's first journal entry, mostly a bunch of crashing, yelling, and thumping. The whole kerfuffle ends with a loud yell and the sound of a heavy impact, before a man's voice is heard telling someone to "stay out of his goddamned bar".]

Gah. What an asshole that guy turned out to be, huh? Whatever happened to customer service? I swear, it's a lost art. I had as much right to be there as anyone.

[There's a bit of clothing rustling as Gene dusts himself off, then picks up the journal.]

Looks like that place is out of the question. So, how about some of you fine people tell the new guy just where all the good booze is at? Apparently the guy at this place decided my money isn't good enough for him...Also, I think I hit on his wife by accident. That was probably the clincher.

Anyway, this is a place where pirates congregate, right? Some of you have to know where a man can wet his whistle for a reasonable price. I mean, it's probably going to be a bit of time before my crew comes to pick me up, possibly months. I figure I should at least be able to entertain myself in the meantime. Get it?

Oh, and how many of you guys are taking crew? From what I hear, I really need to get out to sea. Never really sailed before, but I AM the pilot of the most advanced space vessel in the galaxy. Can't be that different, right? I mean, besides...you know. All the water.

[She's been somber lately. Spades might have noticed she and Namur had been being very passive aggressive at each other for a week or so before he left. And with Namur AND Thatch missing, as well as others, well, she's been going through the motions of work and not so chatty.]

How many crews out there are missing people? [she's clue hunting. Maybe it's a new event. A new shitty thin that Jones is doing to them.] I know a few crews are ...having this problem and I'm curious to when and how.

That's all. Nothing mysterious. I just want to know what we're dealing with here. We got new people coming in, but we lost a lot of people recently too. Why.

And... welcome, to those of you who are new. Fair winds at your back.

[To Spades, she could be found on the moon, journal beside her as she sharpens and polishes her sword while keeping look out for now.]

...eh?

[This new voice sounds relatively young, continuing to speak above the sound of pages being flipped back and forth. The page flipping becomes progressively more frantic.]

What? Whaaat? That's it?! A creepy letter in some pretty atrocious handwriting- What kind of a name is Sc...Scurvy Dog..? This hardly makes any sense..!

What's an...Isla Em...pieza? I've never heard of it before- wait

Is this somewhere out of Corseltel? -ohwaitarethose humans????

[Someone's slowly but surely starting to freak out here.]

[This just hasn't been their week, has it? Link the Elder addresses the network with a heaviness in his throat once again.

But that distinction in his title doesn't actually mean anything anymore, does it?]

I regret to report that as of...

[He has to double check the date.]

today, August sixth, it is confirmed that Link the Younger is no longer with us. As for his fate, I cannot be certain. He just... isn't here.

[Something Link is sure most of the other 'visitors' to this world are well familiar with, by now.]

I wish him the best.

[action]
[Link can be found in the Younger's room, sitting quietly on his hammock with his legs on the floor. He holds the sheathed Master Sword with his hands rested on its pommel, tip supporting it upright against the floor. His head is bowed, almost in prayer.

But Link never prays.

On the floor is a pouch made from a Dondongo's stomach containing five bombs. The Ocarina of Time rests on the desk. This is what's been left behind.]

Dear incredibly strange pirate world,

Stop being completely mad, you're stressing me out.

Also, if anyone's seen that bloke who blew up Isla Empieza that one time, let me know? It would be appreciated.

...Also x2, I think recently was the anniversary of some bespectacled git's birth, but it was a bit overshadowed by some of our crew getting offed and such.

Thought I ought to mention it, since people don't worship the ground he walks on here and likely didn't know.

- Draco Malfoy

P.S. I've officially missed a full year at Hogwarts now. Sixth year classes should be starting in a month. I bet fifth year would've been brilliant, too.

[Ace, lying on the deck of the Sun, looked at the sky with a fixed feeling of irritation in his eyes. He opened his journal and glared into it.]

So, I'm not gonna destroy that island anymore, but I still don't feel like following this crappy map anymore.

Anyone hear of any interesting islands, lately?

Man I feel like shit this mornin'. Anyone else feel like they been bitin' shit all night or somethin'? Neck an' back's outta sorts, too, an' my shirt don't fit no more. Damn, musta shrunk on the island or somethin' cuz I-

Wait.

THE HELL HAPPENED T' MY HANDS? HOLY SHIT I TURNED INT' A GHOST AN' I'M POSSESSIN' A HUMAN!!! WHO KNOWS 'BOUT SPIRITS AN' SHIT I NEED HELP QUICK!!!!

 *If she'd thought about it she would have put this anonymously, or written maybe. As it is, she's just a sad voice who wants someone to talk to. She sounds lost, her voice tight and choked*

First Aya... now Riku...and Kairi...

They're all gone. Just disappeared.

This is stupid! A couple days ago it was my birthday and Kairi had made me a friendship bracelet - and Riku.. Riku made me feel better about Aya disappearing.

There's no point... Everyone here is going home, somehow, someway. What's the point in loving people and caring about people if they just...disappear?

*Her breath hitches a moment before she gives a heavy sigh*

But I don't wanna... I don't wanna be a girl with no friends round here. I just - I wanna keep my friends. I want them to stay. But that's... so selfish...

At least Kairi and Riku have gone home together...

*Selphie sighs shakily again*

I just - don't wanna be left alone...

To the Triton's Mistress:

I am safe. My apologies for any concern that I may have caused with my inability to return to the crew. If possible, please return at the end of the race to fetch me. As for my absence, is it enough to say that the locals of Eternal Bliss have struck again?

Signed,
Elissa Cousland-Hawtrey

Dear diary, today we sailed through a rainbow. No pots of gold were found, alas, but we were all given charming new makeovers...

Seriously, does anyone know how to wash this gunk off? My armor is striped. And sparkling, Maker have mercy. So's my hair. I'm not the sort to stand on her dignity, but there are limits.

Thank the Maker that Varric can't see this. I'd never live it down.

[there is absolutely no warning before a high-pitched, distressed, loud voice emerges from the journal.]

WHO. DID. THIS.

[well, she figured out the voice function... there is an aggressive sigh, then a groan that is dragged out as long as her lungs and throat permit.]

This is NOT Fiji! This is not Monaco, or Bermuda, or Dubai, or even TOKYO! I know well enough that WHATEVER THIS IS ISN'T HOME OR A VACATION SPOT AND WHOEVER BROUGHT ME HERE WITHOUT MY PERMISSION WILL BE SENT ON A HOUSHAKUJI SHIP TO ANTARCTICA AND LEFT TO DEFEND THEMSELVES FROM THE SUN ENTERING THROUGH THE ENORMOUS HOLE IN THE OZONE LAYER AND RABID PENGUINS!!!!!!

[there's another groan, and you can practically hear her pulling out her hair. yelling isn't going to help her-- screaming into a book isn't the same as tearing into a real person.]

Though, whoever helps me get home will be handsomely rewarded with as much money as they can carry to wherever they want. And I'll be grateful too! Don't think that I'm some unappreciative wretch. The sooner I get back to my room in Japan, the sooner everyone will be happy. I don't like that I've been KIDNAPPED! It's all fine and well in fiction but HOW DARE YOU DO THAT TO ME?!?! I'm ready to leave, no doubt about it! I saw a guy stab another guy. The first guy peed on him, so I mean it was a little deserved but I SHOULDN'T SEE ANYONE GET STABBED OR PEED ON OR SPIT LIKE FIFTEEN FEET!!! DOES NO ONE HERE KNOW MANNERS?!?!?!

[there's a soft sob, followed by squelch (possibly underfoot), then a shriek and rapid-fire swearing in japanese.]

Oh. My god. I do not know what I stepped in, but it was something AWFUL!!!! MY SHOE IS RUINED... This is terrible! Is this the commoner life? I can't handle this. Who has a private jet I can borrow? It's Renge Houshakuji. My family will pay yours back double, I promise!

[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.]