[Musa hums lightly as pen against a wooden desk could be heard. After a minute she pauses before putting the pen down.]

Ya know, with all this talk of Navy, I thought I'd try a little something. See if it would work and well it does. Not sure if my ability would be of actual use to anyone but I can use soundwaves in order to locate things from far distances.

[She picked up her pen and started tapping, but not just any types of taps it was to a tune.] So if you wanted to avoid the Navy, or find out where they are, I can be useful. Just let me know. Though why would anyone want to look for them, I don't know.

[She continues to tap away.] Also just out of curiosity would anyone know where one could acquire plants? I really want to buy one, for reasons.

[The following is written in a very careful hand, to make sure it's easily legible.]

I know the navy is taking actions again, and there is a risk of having to defend ourselves in battle. If that occurs, and anyone sustains serious injuries, please contact me aboard the Oargy. I am capable of healing most injuries and infections in a matter of moments.

Of course, the offer always stands, no matter how anyone ends up getting hurt.

[And he misses working as a healer. Moving on, though:]

Does anyone know where I can find some yarn?

Okay, so apparently the Navy is coming after us. And that's super serious. And because of this very super serious and dangerous threat approaching, I have a super serious and rational request.

Does anyone know how to fight with a cutlass and would be willing to teach someone? That someone being me? Please say there's someone. There has to be at least one of you out here who knows something about it!

I mean. I want to learn so that I can keep my crewmates safe, of course. No other reason. ((It's not because cutlasses are the coolest, nope. Nothing like that.))

With the Navy apparently stepping up their efforts against us, there's an important question to be answered:

How is everybody getting along with their crewmates? Navy crews will be trained to work together well, and it'll be a problem if we can't do the same.

Hello, everyone! This is Aida Mana, captain of the Shepherd! I'd like to thank everyone for the words of encouragement they gave me, and let everyone know that I'm resuming my role as captain of our crew!

I know it looks like we have a big challenge ahead of us all, but I'd like everyone to know - not just my crewmembers, but everyone out there on those high seas, that we can get through this! We've survived a lot so far, and we'll keep on doing it, no matter how tough things get!

If there's anything these last few months have proven to me... love, courage... it will all see us through! Even if we can't see it, it's still out there, over the next horizon! Whether it's the Navy, or the sea witch... it doesn't matter! I believe in you!

[locked to the Shepherd crew]

Just reminding everyone our next destination is Port Chance, where we intend to use the treasure we recently acquired in order to upgrade to a bigger ship! The Shepherd has carried us far for so long... we should take these next few weeks to remember what it's done for us! It's been our home, our safe haven... we'll never forget it!

That said, we have to be diligent, given the Navy is out there... I'm counting on you all!

I keep seeing more and more comments about how the Navy is coming after us again. I was not aware that they had ever stopped seeking us out..

[And he's just going to completely omit any details about last month's unique issues.]

Does anyone know where their efforts are being concentrated?

[Yeah- thanks to somebody, it's not like Ratonhnhaké:ton can look at the Dog's information]

So, we got the Navy coming after us. Great. Not the biggest of thrills in my life, but in this world, what can we expect?

I guess that leads to the big question: run or fight? I hate the idea of shedding blood, but at the same time, these guys are gonna be relentless, if Scurvy's warnings are of any indication...

...starting to miss the simpler black-and-whiteness of back home now.

[Rin has been through a lot lately - and, really, things like getting poisoned are pretty low on the list. The longer he's here, the more he's starting to realize that he may never go back to his own world, and turning 18 a while ago has only emphasized how his time is running out.

Anyway, he's not here to whine. The one and only goal he's ever had is out of reach, probably forever, but he's also had to realize, reluctantly, how there are other important things in life. It's just really hard to try and decide what to do now - you know, apart from somehow trying to accept that he'll break his promise to his father. So... he decides to ask. For the first time ever, he sticks to writing, happy to keep that extra barrier between himself and everyone else. No one's going to hear any emotion from him.]

People come, people go. Sometimes people come back. There's a good chance we're never getting out of this place - or not permanently.

So, if we're stuck here, what are we supposed to do with our lives?

[written in tight small print.]

Seeing requests for information, I have a few questions of my own. How many of you come from a place that has supernatural powers or mutations. The whole damn lot of you are all real accepting of these things. It makes me wonder if that could be connected to how we got brought here.

Doubt it, but it’s a thought.

That and I might be looking for some people. If you know a wolverine... say something. I got some personal requests. Starting to wonder if I’m losing touch with reality. [the last part was scribbled out, very hard to make out.]

[If you are a Spade, he’s around the ship somewhere. The Sun mostly, as he’s avoiding the Moon more often than not.]

Could anyone tell me about the comic books in their world? If your world has comic books, I mean. I want to hear about what kinds of stories they have, especially if they're about superheroes.

[Hubert loves the comics he got from the Christmas ship, but he can only re-read them so many times. And all he can find in the shops on Empieza are regular books. Which he's not necessarily upset about, because he likes books in general, but...they don't have superheroes. PLZ TO ENTERTAIN HIM WITH EPIC STORIES OF GOOD GUYS WITH COOL WEAPONS BEATING UP BAD GUYS.]

[The feed starts suddenly as Elsa drops the journal and it falls open, she doesn't notice too busy singing. Even as she moves away from the journal her voice is still loud and clear, reverberating in the wind, other noises slip through the journal as she sets to work, releasing her powers to create a frozen land and an ice palace for her to live in from now on. It won't be as easy as back in her world, but her power is just strong enough to allow for it without her having to search anymore.]

♫Let it go! Let it go...
I can’t hold it back anymore.
Let it go, let it go!
Turn away and slam that door!

I don’t care
what they’re going to say...
Let the storm rage on,
the cold never bothered me anyway.

It’s funny how some distance
makes everything seem small,
and the fears that once controlled me
can’t get to me at all!

It’s time to see what I can do
to test the limits and break through.
No right, no wrong, no rules for me...
I'm free!!!!

Let it go! Let it go!
I am one with the wind and sky!
Let it go! Let it go!
You’ll never see me cry.

Here I stand!
And here I'll stay!!
Let the storm rage on...

[Through her whole little musical number her voice is full with emotion, a mixture of happiness and determination beyond herself. Finally, she seems to have found a place to stay and nothing else matters anymore. Even as she's done singing it still doesn't seem that she remembers the existence of the journal, at least not until someone speaks through it again and she hears it.]

This has been... really overdue, but it's time I finally spoke up.

Regarding the statements I made while under the control of the witch... I am incredibly sorry and regret all of them. I'm sure many of you know that, were I in my right mind, I would never have made such claims. However, as the Captain of the Shepherd, I'm still completely responsible for them.

So, to everyone I threatened, to the other crews I made an enemy of when... not myself, I humbly ask your forgiveness. What was said in the past is in the past... the mission I believe in for my crew is one where we can all sail the seas as friends in safety and harmony.

As for the crew of the Shepherd...

... I owe you the biggest apology of all. I failed you. I attacked you. And even if it wasn't me, I, again, bear the responsibility of what I did. I want to do everything I can to make you all trust me again...

[from here on, Mana's voice begins to crack]

... but at the same time, I don't think I can serve you all to the best of my abilities. I... I and the people closest to me have a lot to work through, a lot to work out, and I... I just need to step away from my duties for a little while and concentrate on them...

I am deeply, deeply sorry. In this time, I'd like to put Jade Curtiss in temporary command once again, until the time I am able to return to my duties...

[she lets out a final, weary sigh. This was something she'd wrote out, and rewrote several times, and this time, she'd done it without asking Rikka for help. The fact a fourteen year old put this together and spoke this way may be somewhat shocking to people...]

That's all. Th-thank you all for your time...

Ginger? Does not help. Though at least it tastes pretty good.

[Alex is talking to the journal. It's late at night, she's sick as hell, and there's a prevailing exhaustion both night and day that's starting to slow her down. She's doing her best to hide it -- eating plenty, sleeping the few hours she can... Everything but what she knows will fix it.

Here? That's kind of awkward to even think about approaching.

So, she's on the deck of Triton's Mistress. The rocking is less awful here, and she's able to dump, lower, and therefore clean her bucket (kept by her side) easiest on deck. She's leaned back against the steps leading up to the quarterdeck and helm, apparently half asleep.

On the other side of her, away from the bucket, is a mug of ginger tea.]

I'm trying to find cures for seasickness. Nothing seems to be working.

Of all the times to get sick...!

[ Oh, she accidentally hit record. It's a good thing she realized it pretty quickly, before her little rant got recorded besides that. She didn't want to leave everyone out to hang during all of the drama with the witch and possessions, but unfortunately, aura protected against injuries a lot better than it did against the flu.

But now she was better. Jaune had gone and joined a crew by now and Weiss? She had been planning to do the same since their original plans to have their own crew had gone slightly awry. Having sold the ship, she still owed Jaune half of the money for that. Well, that'll come up when it comes up. For now, if this thing is recording she might as well make a useful post out of it. ]

I suppose I shouldn't be surprised that someone from another world is much more susceptible to the flu here. I'm glad that's over. Do people get sick here often or do I just have very bad luck?

[ Moving right along, she has a declaration to make: ]

Oh, and I'm joining The Shepherds.

[ Weiss you do not declare, you have to ask. ]

I don't mean to only sign up after the trouble's over, but I couldn't really avoid it.

[ Just because she likes a few people on the Shepherd's crew so far doesn't mean she'll be any good at taking orders from the captain, but she's trying! ]

[The sound of a chilling wind filters through the journals followed by a female voice, hesitant and scared. Terrified even.]

Is... Is everything over yet? Did you, the people who can listen this... Were you victorious?

[A long pause filled with nothing but the wind and the sound of someone's breath.]

Is everyone safe?

[The last message that had appeared in the journals had been on Thursday, after that... Nothing. Until a few moments ago, at least, which is why she dares, why she pushes herself to ask.]

[oh boy, jaune is having a less than stellar day right now.]

Come on! What's even going on? I-I mean.... okay, Ruby left, we don't have a crew anymore, people are acting beyond weird, and I just feel like everything is falling apart all at once! I'm so tired of this already...!

[he might be having a little bit of a freakout.]

Guys, are you okay? I wanna help but... I need to join another crew already! Get out on the ocean and really start searching to make things better! If anyone is here on the island with me though and you need help, I'll definitely try and protect you!

[filtered to weiss]

Weiss, look I know you're still mad at me but where are you? With all this crazy stuff going on I don't want to leave you alone. You can go right back to being angry with me afterwards but now is so not the time. Even if it's difficult to trust me, you have got to trust me now!

It sounds like the chaos is beginning...

Captain, should we be ready to take on those needing to flee their own ships? It sounds as if it may be a reality for some.

I'd say "stay safe" to what friends I have beyond my crew out there... but there's no point in telling you what you already know. But those whom I fought alongside at the Battle of Isla Empezia were not weak or cowardly. I expect this to remain true.

[The first part of the message is just meant for the Shepherds, but Henry doesn't bother to make it private. Mostly because he's still a little too dizzy to remember how to do that again.]

So, uh... One of our doors is broken now. It's the one to Alice's room, specifically. I figured I should let someone know, because I'm pretty sure we should get that fixed!

We'll need to get new wood though, because my blood is on a few parts of it.

And also a piece of it is kind of lodged in my arm. So I don't think we can use that anymore.

[Should he have mentioned that part first? Oh well.]

I really hope that this curse or whatever ends soon! It's not nearly as much fun as the previous ones.

I think I understand how I came to be here. [There isn't much inflection in her voice.] Does anyone know about the Ouran Host Club? Or anyone named Tamaki?

[She isn't going to take out her anger on anyone but him. Surely this is his doing. He really went too far this time!]

My name is Haruhi Fujioka. I'm in Class 1-A and -

I just need directions. [A map would be wonderful!] Thank you very much.

[Now onto a part meant for only Tamaki's ears, though she has no clue how to make it private.]

Dad, I'm going to rebel.