It is a shame that such chaos should ensue when bodies are switched. {He is unimpressed, yet he does a magnificent job of sounding concerned.} Souls can be transferred from one body to another if truth be told. Bodies are secondary, though without them, where would we be?

{The Reapers would see to random souls, surely. Or those like himself.}

What are your beliefs about souls and what awaits those who lose their bodies?

Anglerfish are a curious species. Monstrous in appearances, yet they radiate surprising light.

How many have met their demise because of their only concession to beauty?

{There is a quick splash - like something thin and sharp hitting the water's surface. An equally wet sound follows as the weapon is pulled upward. The fish itself makes no sound. Sebastian ensured its death was quick and painless.}

Where shall we sail with such macabre decoration?

[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!

Dear fellow kidnapees and more importantly my esteemed comrades who aren't actually pirates onboard the Sea Princess,

I've decided that since we're going to be participating in this race and it's obviously of a competitive nature (and I am nothing if not full of TEAM SPIRIT or some other such nonsense), that we ought to have something to show our support! For ourselves. I managed to get half my school wearing these during the Triwizard Tournament last year and all parties who were represented on them ended up winning! ...That it ended in a tie is a load of bollocks, but I digress. They can truly only bring us good luck, though, you see?

[...Never mind that half of said represented parties ended up dying. Ahem.]

I have taken the trouble of creating badges for us!

Really, they're rather brilliant. And they can be worn right on your shirt. You may all feel free to pick one up from me, and I will leave a stack in the galley, as well. They can be found next to the bowl of Bertie Bott's Every Flavor Beans, which are quite a treat if you haven't yet tried them.

And if anyone else on other ships would like a badge, I can certainly send you one by owl whatever they use here. Carrier seagulls or something equally ridiculous, I'm sure.

The badges say GO SABERS in glowing green letters.

[And they flash to say "Potter Stinks" in luminous red letters when you press them. For reasons.]

Now go forth and sail hard, Howling Sabers!

- Draco Malfoy

P.S. And in all seriousness, I really must thank those of you who sent me gifts for my birthday last month. I am now in the possession of a new outfit unlike anything I've seen in this world yet, as well as a set of Quidditch balls. Among other things. This puts me one step closer to being able to actually play a real game of Quidditch here, and I shall look fabulous while doing so!

Without proper orders, I have no desire to win any races. {It would be easy for him; far too easy.} I fear I am not the only one who feels like a ship without an anchorage. Still...

{He does miss having a Master. Or even a Mistress for that matter. He has had both.}

Are there other servants feeling adrift? {None like him he imagines. He hasn't sensed anyone beyond Grell - and they're not really similar.}

You beg me to show myself, you implore,
You wish to hear my voice, and see my face:
The mighty prayer of your soul weighs
With me, I am here! – What wretched terror
Grips you, the Superhuman! Where is your soul’s calling?
Where is the heart that made a world inside, enthralling:
Carried it, nourished it, swollen with joy, so tremulous,
That you too might be a Spirit, one of us?
Where are you, Faust, whose ringing voice
Drew towards me with all your force?
Are you he, who, breathing my breath,
Trembles in all your life’s depths,
A fearful, writhing worm?

{His deep voice makes those words especially chilling. Particularly when he finishes the monologue with a chuckle.}

[ Sup pirates. Bolin's coming in with a purpose and some genuine enthusiasm for you. ]

Soooo, hey everyone! There are a lot of people with these journals, so I'm guessing... probably a great chance that you have no idea who I am. That's cool. Yeah, no, hey. Again. I'm Bolin.

Just got a couple of things I've been meaning to ask about, since, you know, before whenever it was that things... started getting crazy. Still, uh. Still not exactly sure when that started, but it's been surprisingly easy to forget about stuff since then. Anyway, this is all pretty sports-related? I mean, if you wanna talk about the weather or something, I'm up for it! Kind of not what's on my mind today is all.

Alright, first things first, who here can tell me more about boxing, and is anyone up for showing a guy the ropes sometime? The guy is me, for the record. Don't worry about messing up my good looks, either. They'll be fine.

And way more importantly [ !!! ], do we have like a headcount on people who can manipulate water, earth, or fire? Oh, or airbenders! I mean, there aren't exactly rules standing for air yet, but we could figure that out, I guess. The idea is to get together a few folks to train for a little sport called pro-bending. No big deal, no big deal, just a super-great, fast-paced, really amazing sport from home that would be a lot of fun, is all. Think about it! Let me know.

[ Have a four-second pause while he thinks and makes absolutely sure he didn't forget anything.

Yeah looks like he's good. ]

Great, thanks!

[A very irritated yet defeated Ranma makes it a point to come on the journal this morning to gripe.]

Oi, I have a word of advice for all'a you bachelors an' all around good guys out there.

Next time y'decide to do somethin' out of the kindness of yer heart? Just do it an' keep on goin' with yer life. Don't stop an' let somethin' grow outta it. While I'm at it, never get married, don't agree t'get married, an' if you absolutely, positively hafta, then get it done right away.

Trust me. It'll save you a lot of headaches later.

[Boy, he doesn't sound apologetic about recent going ons at all.]

{The tap of sharp heels hitting wooden planks slowly transforms into the far more muffled thump of someone wearing normal shoes. A deep, amused laughter rumbles over the journal. The sound is positively unholy.}

Keep your Candy Island. I have found a trove of untouched treasure.

{Treasure only one such as him can enjoy. It is nice to indulge, though, frankly, it lacks the flavor of a treat well-cured.}

Each island contains the right ingredients, however there is a lack of spice on many of them. {Spice being the qualities he prefers in his Masters.} I shall keep my senses open to better enjoy what a life on the sea has to offer.

Ah, I wonder if everyone is back to themselves, yet... [Clears his throat.] Yes, well, for those who are, I have a bit of a request. As a music artist, it's my duty to sing and spread my music so you all can buy CDs and such. But more importantly, I'd like to hear music from your worlds, so I can grow as an artist!

I know that not everyone is musically inclined, which is perfectly fine! I can work with that. Somehow.

If someone is willing to allow me to visit them for such an endeavor, I would be grateful! Of course I'd help out around the ship during my visit. Simply hearing a performance over these journals is so...impersonal.

Oh, wasn't there a mention of some music show? I hope I didn't miss it!

[The following writing is in black ink, not in cursive, and written pretty terribly. Very unlike Grell's signature red cursive.]

So, how often do you all bathe?

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 )

[Akira's just enjoying a bit of down time on his own, using a small rowboat to take care of some fishing. It's a past-time he's found he actually kind of enjoys, and the fish here are unlike any that he's ever seen. He idly dictates to his journal as he plunks his line back in the water.]

Man, this sea is crazy. No matter how many fish I document there's always another one out there that's totally new. All the colors are so vibrant on some of 'em.

[There's shuffling on wood as he tugs on a taut line, firmly getting his grip before suddenly trying to take it in.]

Ha! There we go! Come here, you bastard!

[The journal bounces around the boat as he fights with the catch. Finally, it sounds like he's pulling it in smoothly.]

Alright! Now to just pull this bad boy on bo-HOLY SHIT!

[He yelps as a massive...well, THING leaps up and grabs him, hauling him overboard. He fights with it, keeping one arm on the boat.]

IT'S NOT A FISH! IT'S NOT A FUCKIN' FISH! I HAVE A SITUA-

[All is silent as he disappears under the waves...only to emerge several minutes later, breathing hard and coughing up water as he pulls himself on board.]

Guh...huff...huff...Okay. I'm okay. Everything's...cool. Guys...Gonna' bring a big meal...back to the ship. Just gotta'...find my arm.

[She was hiding out in the corner of the galley while the boys were having lunch. Cynthia wasn't really in the mood to join them for lunch, especially since the smell of fish made her gag. So instead, she sat herself down on a huge barrel at the corner of the room. A barrel that gave off a strong smell of...rum.

Urgh. Of course it's a barrel of rum, of course.

They were finally sailing off to this new island that she knew nothing about (but she trusted the boys to choose a place that wouldn't kill her) and she felt it was a good time to write about it in her journal. Plus she thought it would be a good idea to tell the people involved that she's not living in a cave anymore.]


So I found a family in the HazMat crew. There isn't a day when I'm not thankful to them for taking me in and getting me out of that stuffy old cave. Honestly, I don't really know how I could repay them for their kindness.

I guess being the only girl on board has its perks. I get my own room so now my pokemon don't have to sleep in their pokeballs. The boys decided to clean up a little now that they have a girl in the crew (which is a HUGE relief because the smell when I first arrived here...don't get me started on that smell), and I got to eat cheesecake.

Honestly? I half expected pirate life to be all sword fights, wenches and drinking till you pass out. But I didn't expect this. I didn't expect to be stuck on a boat with five teenagers (four aren't even human), a dragon, a guy with a massive sweet tooth and a kitty.

[She takes a quick glance at the boys. Smiling fondly at their lunchtime antics.]

But I wouldn't have them any other way.

So... [He's thinking back on the situation with Kairi, and what happened with her. He just happens to be saying this while looking through the journal.]

If someone dies here from now on, does this mean they'll have to...lose their memories for a little while?

[Upon his arrival, he's noted that words sort of just...appear in the book. He's also noted the voices and sounds he's hearing from it. Well, he might as well take a shot in the dark.

He's going to keep a level head as he writes the following:]

Would someone be kind enough to explain the situation of this place? I'm going to assume this book is enchanted, and works as a means of communicating with others.

[Hours later, he's copying the poem on the boulder down.]

Behold this ruby,
Centuries old.
Its power is great,
True depths untold.
What once was whole,
Now in parts 'tis shattered.
Having it all,
Aye, that's what matters.
Rebuild the gem
And whatever ye wish will be.
Whether wealth, good fortune,
Mayhap the chance to flee.
Strangers listen:
Take heed, take care.
Or be lost forever
To Davy Jones' lair.

[It's after writing this, that he will be found sitting next to the fountain mulling this over.]