dear log.
All them scurvy dogs down the cabin went out t'day. Visit ol' ma they said. But they ain't foolin' me. I know for certain that ol' bilgebucket Tom's ma's been dead since she first laid her eyes upon 'im. No they're leavin' they are. After all I've done for them. Well that's pyrates for ye. So noo I've plenty of places to fill on me ship, "me cutlassveilin' beauty". You reach her through the pirate guild. Choose a title an' a name an' sign up. I and first headsman need plenty of sea dogs an' wenches t' sail t' seven seas with!
Dear log
Friday the 13th, the unlucky day. Plauge on it! Today i woke up at 9 AM, realising that the public carriage to the harbour was leaving at 9.15. Naturally I panicked, not even time for breakfast. And I have the curse. It's the scourge of the world of females. Aargh!
Dear Log
Finally I'm home from that time-consuming trip to the mountains. All my pet dragons were happy to see me. Especially Sudden, he slept in my bunk the whole night, by all the drunken ol' sailors under the seabed, that creature snores. The fact that he breaths fire doesn't make it any better either.
But it feels so good to be home, and tomorrow I'll check on the ship. Who knows what that lazy crew of mine have been up to. Presumably drinking. they're a useless lot. But I'm very fond of them old blockheads.
Dear log.
I'm confused, Elftown is so strange. And big. But eventually I'll learn my way around.
I visited my neighbour and freind Kezo and I saw the new supercool picture he has. I'm so jealous, but I am going to nag at him till he makes me one, mwoahahahahhaa
argh, I smell an old very dead smoked animal in the house. When we're at anchor they usually eat some meat, because I have a no-meat policy on my ship, but in the house? Oh I'll put sby in their places!
Dear log.
Today we dropped anchor in Elfwood harbour. We inted on staying for a while. The crew and I are just larking about, and trying to find our way around here. I'm very excited, Elftown seems like so much fun!