Captain’s log: Rebecca’s tears, day 50
We arrived to Baltimus. When Rebecca’s tears got to the dock, we saw our captured pirate ship change course. Our crewmembers Trix and John Smith were thrown overboard by Karas. We jumped on a dinghy and rowed to save them from drowning. Of course, they can swim, but this time they were wounded by Karas and his pincers. They told us that Karas had gone mad, talking about kraken black magic and something about the kehana. Karas captured our captured ship that probably had been captured before, by the pirates. Karas is now a pirate. This is a moderate setback in our business.
We searched the city for work. Bori Balfor told me, that he would pay 800 pieces of eight for each plant specimen we bring from Torath-Ka. And the plants are deep in the inland. We need a bigger ship to make that trip profitable.
That night the grog flowed and the crew was drunk. So was I. The bitter loss of the sloop weighed my consience. The crew was expecting a big payout, but did not get one. We must find a great treasure in the whip islands to set things right. Tomorrow, we leave for New Madrid, but take a small detour through whip islands. We hired a new carpenter, Björn Jörgen. He is a viking from earth, somewhere around the 18th century.
Captain’s log: Rebecca’s tears, day 53
It seems Duckworth is still in these seas, searching for pirates. HMS Justice was traveling with some galleon. The galleons crew inspected us. The captain of that ship seemed a bit jumpy. Maybe a privateer in training or something. We had nothing to hide, so we let them go through our cargo. Well, we did not have any cargo, only provisions.
Captain’s log: Rebecca’s tears, day 60
We had to change course to avoid a swarm of razor wings. A day almost wasted. But food nor water is the problem, so this is only a minor setback. The biggest problem is paying the crew their pay. I told the crew that when we hit the next port, they would get their pay.
Captain’s log: Rebecca’s tears, day 62
Yesterday we saw a small fleet composed of a junk, 2 brigantines and a galleon. Just as a precaution, we tried to avoid them. They clearly changed course and tried to chase us. Today, after 16 hours of maneuvering, we lost them. They could have been pirates or privateers. We could not afford to make the mistake of letting a pirate fleet too close.
Captain’s log: Rebecca’s tears, day 64
Today we passed by Kuwayway. We saw the “haunted” fort, but we also saw a lot of sea turtles on the beach. We could make a few extra coin if we kill them and sell them at any port. We left them alone, for now.
Captain’s log: Rebecca’s tears, day 67
We arrived to New Madrid. I payed the crew and used my own money to give them what they deserve. But I told them that the booty we had found earlier will be used to get a new ship, not shared amongst the crew. They agreed, but did not like this one bit. I can relate to their grief, but this has to be done. If I give them the “extra”, they will spend it on booze and women. If we get at least a frigate, we can start making some real coin through trading.
New Madrid is a weird place. Almost everyone speaks “Spanish”, some earth language. Everything is written with that too. The place is mostly populated by humans. The bullfighting arena was a disappointment. No fighting was happening at the time, only dancing and music. I wasted 8 pieces of eight on that place. The taverns seemed to be ridden with slobs with ill intensions. I spent too much money on wine and greasy food. My body does not keep up with the young’uns.
Captain’s log: Rebecca’s tears, day 68
We went sightseeing with Locke. He wanted to show me the city a bit. We went to the cathedral, which seems to be some kind of militia base. People in black robes and a white collar guided normal townsfolk there. They seemed to be in the supporting roles of the militia, maybe healers. I did not see any other different ranked officers in there.
They had these “confession booths”, where the townsfolk could tell about all the bad things they had done. The booths did not seem magical, so there must be something about these “Priests”, because they can make the dishonourable pirates talk the truth. They had this book, that describes how to ward yourself from evil and expel bad spirits. It was written in an language I do not know. I must decipher this “Bible” they talk about.
We went to the New Madrid fencing school of Julio Ramirez. They seemed to focus on piercing weapons. They offered a course on swordmanship. 1000 pieces of eight for a week. We passed that offer. After that we went to the Juan Martinez fencing school. They focused on slashing weapons. They made the same offer, 1000 pieces of eight for a week. We passed that offer. But as we were leaving the school, some young’uns from the other school attacked. We of course defended the place. My eyes deceived me first. I thought they were grown men, but after I cut down the first attacker, I noticed they were just some young humans. After the fight I patched up the kid that I almost killed. That was way too close. I must be sure when and where to strike, before I make mistakes I could regret.
For our heroism, Martinez offered to teach us for a week, free of charge. I almost passed that offer, for staying a week in port would screw our finances. Locke persuaded me with an offer of 200 pieces of eight, so we could stay. I agreed to the deal.
Captain’s log: Rebecca’s tears, day 75
We have been a week in New Madrid and learned swordmanship under Martinez. But we must continue our journey. Our next stop would be Kuwayway, the haunted fort. But we would pass few small islands that belong to the whip islands on the way and seek salvage. But today, we would enjoy good booze and food, because the trip might be long.
Captain’s log: Rebecca’s tears, day 80
We have arrived near Kuwayway. This might be a hard day, if the legends are true.