If anyone knows how to send the ghosts flying, let me know. [there aren't any around right now but they might run into them again and if they did, he wanted to be ready]

They hurt my nakama and they took away my meat. [he'd tried to eat it, cuz he remembered liking it but it just tasted cold. He wanted something warm and pulsing. He bites his lip and licks away the blood that wells there, his stomach growling loud enough to be heard over the journal]

I'm so hungry...

[and after a little while he'll add this]

I'm going ahead to the island. Don't follow me.

[he had spent the first couple of days trying to get use to this place and the weird people around him. sure, it wasn't too much different from what his homeland was like, especially with all the different accents and languages and scents, but he wasn't expecting this and it took some time to get his head wrapped around it. then there was also the mystery of the sun - under normal circumstances, him standing under the full effect of the sun will start his skin blistering and catching on fire, and after a few minutes, if he didn't move, he would be nothing more than ash. but here he was, his skin not smoking under the sun.

but that was the least of his worries. he heard about the natives kicking them off the island, which meant he needed to find a ship. which meant he needed to actually be around people. that torture he would rather avoid but he also rather avoid getting stabbed by any mobs as well.

So, reluctantly he opens up the journal and talks at it.]

Pirates, huh? I've heard some weird things in my life, but taking all these people from different worlds and making them into pirates has to be up there. I'd be impressed if most knew what they were doing by calling themselves 'captains'. Which I doubt.

[he's silent for a moment before giving a mental shrug.]

Taiyō wa koko ni fushigidesu...

I'm no sailor and I never wanted to be one, but I also hate getting stabbed. So... anyone got room for a gunman?

So, it's come to my attention that a lot of people think my panties are pretty weird. ... My magic panties, that is. [ As if to clarify, a doodle of a pair of bloomers pops up next to her words. ]

If you think that... well, just think of them as a foldable top-hat, okay? They're just another magic prop.

[ And the writing stops there.

If you're viewing this about half an hour later, a bunch of doodles start - hearts, diamonds and stars as well as doodles of some strange people with spiky hair pointing. They're nothing special, there's no breathtaking artistic talent, just the doodling ability of any bored high schooler. The first spiky haired stranger also ends up with a beanie on his head, covering his spikes. ]