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Calistril 18th, 4712 [Day 16]

Today was awfully quiet after Sharkblood and the others got back from the salvage. Maybe too quiet. I don’t know what Scourge has planned but I noticed him talking to Plugg. I get the feeling that the respect some of the crew are showing the freshbloods is being noticed and not in a good way.

It was awfully suspicious that both Scourge and Plugg were noticeably absent from the main deck when that yardarm just happened to come loose. Sharkblood and Maheem could have been killed falling from the rigging like that.

This has to stop. We have to find a way to strike back at Scourge and his men before they can manage to pick us off. Besmara, grant me and mine an opportunity for vengeance against these lowlifes!

Calistril 16th, 4712 [Day 14]

I swear I thought I heard Rosie cry last night. When I mentioned last night to her she called me…well it wasn’t nice but she seems to be back to her normal self now.

Krine’s “lessons” today were needed if harsh. That woman’s insults make Rosie’s language sound like a priest’s prayers. Once we’re in a real battle, we’ll need to be better at boarding ships or we’ll receive worse than a verbal lashing. Poor Zombie. She got the broadside of Krine’s tongue today for falling into the water. She wasn’t the only one who failed either. Krine made them do it again and again until they managed to make it across or she ran out of insults.

Curse Scourge and his meddlesome toadies! I’ve seen Jack hanging out with them more and more and now he won’t even let me tend to his wounds from yesterday’s bloody hour. I fear he doesn’t realize just how bad of a crowd he’s hangin out with.

Calistril 15th, 4712 [Day 13]

Is the Wormwood cursed to misfortune? Of this I have no doubt after today’s events. We were sailing in what should have been open water when Sharkblood spied one of the Slithering Coast’s treacherous reefs Due to Mr. Plugg’s hesitation we ran right into it, cutting open the hull in three places. Harrigan was pissed but we managed to get the hull repaired in time.

What I can’t seem to explain is where that imp came from. Barreling out of the captain’s cabin like that…it had some big cajones to go up against Harrigan. I don’t like devils at the best of times but it makes you wonder…just what business did it have here on the Wormwood? And what could possibly compel it to risk sneaking onto a Pirate Lord’s ship in broad daylight.

I really don’t like the looks of that dagger Harrigan was using either. I used Besmara’s gift to grant me sight of all magic before me and when I glanced upon it shone with strange mix of evocation, conjuration, and diviniation. Even more peculiar, the wormwood’s clock was aglow! I had to look away else I would have been blinded by it. What I managed to see of it was utterly…evil. I can honestly say I have never seen anything more evil than that menacing all-consuming aura about that clock. Well anything except the evil I sense in Harrigan’s heart.

Sharkblood lost to Cogward at Heave although it was a close thing. Now Cogward won’t stop bragging about it.

Calistril 14th, 4712 [Day 12]

Besmara be praised! My head has stopped buzzing. I’ve been told I was out for nearly 2 days. I don’t know what was in that brew I inhaled but I can’t quite seem to stop my head from spinning when I think about it.

Apparantly I have my new shipmates to thank for that. They are a strange bunch to be sure but they surely look out after their own. Through them I see the makings of a fine crew, one I’d be proud to sail with to the horizon and beyond.

Conchobhar nearly got sent straight into Pharasma’s Caress this afternoon. Fipps fat-fingered the ropework and nearly knocked Conchobhar off the rigging when the yardarm broke free in a strong crosswind. Nava says Fipps did it deliberately and I wouldn’t put it past him.

Syl apparently took a stab at Zombie belowdecks after dinner. I do not know what is wrong with that girl but she is seriously unhinged. Luckily it was no more than a scratch but Scourge seemed to dismiss it far too easily.

Oh, Besmara when will we be delivered from this time of trial?

Calistril 9th, 4712 [Day 7]

Bilge duty was an endless task today with all of the rain. Little Jack made the time bearable though with his countless stories of daring doo. Quite the storyteller that one. Goldfish the size of Mount Keeba indeed!

I asked around for Zombie today as he had been looking rather ill. He mentioned being bit by a large rat in the bilges a couple days ago but I had no spell prepared for him. Truth is, the help he needs is beyond my abilities currently. Apparently he went to see the Stitchman yesterday and again tonight. *shudder* I hope he survives.

Calistril 8th, 4712 [Day 6]

Turning in early tonight. Running across the ship all day has left me quite tired. During dinner I did overhear an interesting rumor Shivikah told about a Lost Messenger.

Calistril 7th, 4712 [Day 5]

Got three lashes today for a dirty deck. Found myself alongside Jape, Aretta, and Shivikah today. Those good for nothings barely lifted a finger to help out today. And at the end of the shift, one of them tripped me into a bucket of pitch, spilling it all over the deck. I expected this from Jape or Aretta but Shivikah?! The tall mwangi woman has never been my friend per say but we’ve exchanged friendly words now and again. She laughed right along with the rest of them when Scourge chewed me out for the mess on deck.

“Zombie” is what the crew call Zaljka now and I’ve even caught myself saying it without thinking now. Still, she seems to be getting along with the crew…well some of the crew. I don’t know how she managed to get Rosie’s fiddle back from Grok (may have something to do with the strange ritual he performed over it) but when she and Alerian gave it back to Rosie…well that is the first time I’ve ever heard her use polite speech before.

I just hope we won’t have any trouble with Conchobhar later. I heard he had been gambling rather recklessly lately. Now I’ve had my share of suitors and he strikes me as the kind of fellow to come well-armed to any conflict, be it love or war. If I had to bet money I’d say he was trying to get enough money to buy her fiddle back for her!
Mr. Plugg brought his “pet” Owlbear on deck tonight. I was rather concerned when Mr. Plugg singled out “Seaman” for a fist fight. Seaman seemed ready to refuse but then Mr. Plugg whispered something that changed his mind. A dirty trick no doubt. Despite my misgivings, Owlbear lost tonight for the first time (from what I’ve heard). That honorless bosun Scourge claimed it wasn’t actually a win because Owlbear hadn’t be knocked unconscious. At least Seaman got to keep his sword. I heard it’s was his father’s. *sigh* Mysterious, tall, dark, and handsome. If I’m not careful I’ll start falling for him…

Calistril 6th, 4712 [Day 4]

Hauling rope around all day was tiring work! That new blonde girl sure knows how to tie a knot. Took me three tries to get one of those undone until she showed me how. Alerian is actually quite friendly when she isn’t staring off into the distance. I wonder what is always on her mind that engages her so. I have more than enough trouble trying to stay away from Scourge.

Well, at least I’m not a rigger. If I had to deal with the likes of Slippery “Syl” all day I’d likely need two rum rations at night just to sleep. Those creepy black eyes of her were crawling all over the “Seaman” today as he was going about his work. Nearly earned a lash for gawking.

Calistril 5th, 4712 [Day 3]

I hate rat catching! It doesn’t help that Fipps kept trying to stomp on my toes the entire time I was belowdecks. Clumsy oaf! He wouldn't know a cockroach from a coconut even if it landed on his big fat head!

Zaljka and the seaman are off drinking with Grok and Kroop again tonight. After downing all that rum last night I wasn't sure they would be so eager to continue to do so tonight. I managed to get the name of the other two women, Nava and Alerian before both snuck off somewhere belowdecks.

Calistril 4th, 4712 [Day 2]

I think I’m beginning to like these new recruits. They accepted my gifts last night readily enough despite our hasty introductions. I will never forget the look on Fipps face today when they dragged him from belowdecks for being late to roll call. I don’t know how they managed it but one of the new recruits managed to turn his skin a very rosy colored pink to boot! I don’t doubt there will be reprecussions for that later.

I got stuck on bilge duty today with that creepy Mwangi, Zaljka I think she calls herself. Though she is able to mend wounds much as I do yet she calls upon no god. I wasn’t able to glean much more information about her as we had to make up for Aretta’s slacking.

Calistril 3rd, 4712 [Day 1]

So much happened today I may not be able to write it all down. Scourge’s shore leave last evening was apparently another of Harrigan’s “recruiting missions”. And what strange recruits they are!

The women were all landlubbers judging by the way they stumbled onto the deck. The short, blue-haired lass was all stares like she could drink in all that was around her with her eyes only.

The tall, ebon-skinned Mwangi had more in common with a zombie than the living. I swear not an inch of her wasn’t covered in gruesome scars!

The third woman was of average height, blonde hair and had an almost regal bearing about her. Nobility of some sort perhaps? If her hair had been dark she might have been the spitting image of Chelish royalty!

The final unfortunate was a rather comely long-haired man with a near-militaristic gate and a fine pair of sealegs.

During Mr. Plugg's rigger test I did alright but no one quite as good as that mysterious new recruit. I swear he climbed that rigging like his sails were full and he’d just gained a tailwind! I can’t say I didn’t enjoy the view…

When that poor Mwangi woman fell from the riggings I felt sure she would need my priestly aid...or a coffin. Suprisingly she stood up only seconds later! As Besmara is my witness I swear the look on her face was one not of pain or confusion but of…bliss. Sooooo creepy. Now she’s the cook’s mate…well let’s hope I don’t find any newt’s eye or bat’s wing floating in my soup.

I managed to acquire a few more items from Grok today despite ferrying messages back and forth all day. I think I have all of my equipment back now and even a couple of items for the new recruits. From the looks Plugg and Scourge are throwing their way they will need all the help they can get…

Calistril 2nd, 4712

The nerve of that rat, trying to make a pass at me! Besmara preserve me, if he wasn’t the bosun I’d have gutted Scourge right there. Thankfully he’s ashore tonight along with several of his toadies. With any luck he'll have drunk enough tonight to not make me miserable on the morrow.

Its funny, I’m finally living the life my father wanted for me and I'm basically a prisoner on this ship. Oh Besmara, Queen of the Furled Sail, send me aid! I have few friends and fewer now that Scourge has it out for me. No one will speak to me. Not even Rosie wants to bunk near me anymore. She seems to think there is less of a chance of recovering her precious instrument if she hangs around me. My career as a pirate may end just as suddenly as it began...

Calistril 1st, 4712

I’ve finally managed to snag my journal back from that half-orc quartermaster. Right superstitious that one. It's a good thing too, I'm not sure how I could afford her prices with naught but the clothes on my back to my name. Tomorrow I’ll see about getting back some of my other equipment but for now I'd best get belowdecks, that odious troll master Scourge is looking at me again.