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 Posted: Wed Sep 01, 2010 5:28 pm
If this book could talk, it would probably insist upon telling and retelling all of the injustices it has gone through: dog-eared corners, a broken spine, ripped pages, water damage, salt water damage, theft, robbery, battery, assault, poor literacy, bad grammar, folded corners instead of being sensible and using a bookmark -- and that's not even the very start of it.
The very start of the book begins, well, several pages in. The first several pages are either missing, or some bloke spilled ink over the previous entries. Then again, the part where the entries do begin look rather new in comparison to the rest of the book -- perhaps it's preferable to add pages to this journal rather than get a new one altogether?
Either way, the book is held together tightly by several strips of leather drilled through the cover and pages. The spine of the book is far too worn to hold any more pages than the ones that still cling to it. Traces of an illegible name can be seen down the spine, but it's too far gone to make anything out.
Nevertheless, the first legible words provide a neat clue as to who now owns this weather-beaten journal, however:
Captain's Log of The Decietful Corsair of the Sargasso Sea
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Posted: Wed Sep 01, 2010 5:46 pm
Captain's Log, September First
Ugh. I should really learn to think before I write. I'm not exactly a captain anymore, am I? It's hard to be a captain when your entire crew decides to become diplomatic and unanimously votes to stop being "treasure hunters" and go into the smuggling trade. It's not as if we could do both at the same time, but nooo "treasure hunting" had too many adventurers and too many chances of being cursed.
At least they were considerate enough to drop me off at Radalphae. I was able to pawn off the juicier bits of this logbook off at a bookshop as a... "specialty," I guess? Apartments around here are expensive, though -- I considered using the cash to go to Metropolis, but I somehow got suckered into a tourist trap fortune telling booth.
I got a lucky charm from there. It's shaped like a wolf's paw, but the oddest thing about it is that it's a glove. It's a bit too small for me, but I've used it to thwap! a couple pickpockets that strayed too close. I think I'll call it Damian. Hello, Damian -- I look forward to working with you.
I better sign off soon, though... I think I need to find a landsman name. I'm not exactly a captain anymore, and my name just doesn't sound the same without Cap'n proceeding it. Next stop: Metropolis, even if Damian and I have to hoof it.
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HELLO?
HELLO? CAN YOU HEAR ME?
IT'S ME. DAMIAN. YOU CALLED ME THAT.
HELLO?
HEY.
HEY YOU.
YOU'RE USING ME TO HIT PEOPLE.
STOP THAT.
I MEAN, YEAH IT'S KIND OF FUN.
BUT C'MON.
AT LEAST HIT THEM A BIT HARDER.
Y'KNOW, WORK THAT THWAP! SOUND.
HEY.
HELLO?
ARE YOU IGNORING ME?
STOP WRITING AND PAY ATTENTION.
LOOK.
I'M RIGHT HERE.
HELLO?
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AW NUTS.
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