Was a grim morning, awakening to the sound of a shrill scream from a youngin swab. "BOLLOCKS!" cried the swab. I came rushin down into the deck to see the bloodied corpse of one of my first mates! a large steak knife plunged right in his back. "Who done did this?!" I berated at the crew. But none spoke up, not a single pipe...I look over to see my helmsman, the youngin swab, me boatswane, and the chef all starin in awe. Then i thought to myself...what business does a helmsman have down in the deck? and whats a swab doin down here and not doing the scrubbing? and what the bloody hell is the chef doing down here?? Something is definitely afoot. "Alright ya barnacles! some lubber is goin to speak up or else its the plank with the lot of you!" I was bluffing of course but those numbskulls havent got a single cent in their barnacle-ridden-heads of theirs. The helmsman looked away, the swab fidgeted, the boatswane stood still, and the chef walked to his duties. I thought to myself what had my first mate done to deserve this? yesterday after escaping the serpent, during dinner he reached for the last loaf of bread accidentally Spilling drink on the swabs meat. my helmsman loves bread and the chef does as well. Im so stumped I have no idea who it was...

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yar har, me loyal crew! let us celebrate starting a new life out here in this glorious sea! An early sunrise creeps on the horizon as the morning gulls quail atop our ships crows nest. how peculiar, gulls in a crows nest? Me attention shifts towards what the sunrise gave light to. A Trade Ship! Yar har tis a glorious find on me second day. Raise the sails! Full speed ahead! ready the deck cannons!
We give chase, an exhilarating way to start the morning. Surely nothing could go wrong... then disaster struck. We blew that sloop almost to cinder, i could almost taste the bountiful lines of css septims when the sea, she began rumbling. like a seasick Capuchin, she spewed! out of the depths, a terrifyin sea serpent! The thing spouted water like blade, cut right through that sloop! WE NEEDED TO GET OUT OF THERE. we emptied our munitions supply on the beast but it wasn't enough! blasted snake bit through our rudder. All we could do was sail ahead and hope it leaves us be. Luckily for us, the trade ship had an especially loud crew! their screams of terror allowed us to escape with our hinds! we lost no one, but i fear for the worst is yet to come. If that was our second day, what lies on the third? Dinner was a quiet one...

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A piercing hot sun stares me down as i set sail for the first time across the vast ocean known as, My-Space. this is my first entry in me captains-log. I have to admit i underestimated the abilities of this sea, something i will make sure never to do again...My first trip around Code-Cove went smoothly as i started with simple beginnings, i had to study the ancient css scriptures i was recommended by my peers. The scriptures proved extremely useful in traversing the rocky cove, there were a bit knocks and bruises on our ship but nothing serious.. i had to hire some extra mercenaries as i was informed that the trip through the My-Space sea would be rather dangerous, however i have yet to witness such events. i managed to send a hawk out to #general port informing my peers of the vast sea and its possible hidden treasures. as night fell i breathed in a fresh breath of salty air and confidence in my journey. End log.

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