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Editor's Note 1

Some of the more perceptive of you may, at this point, be wondering about what Marcos, a captive powdermonkey, was doing in town drinking with the captain and the first mate. Well, it's an interesting story.
It just so happens that, while out about the sea, the deckmaster, Jamie Muir, was dissatisfied with the speed that Marcos was hauling of on a line, so in order to motivate the captive yelled, "Oi, Pick up the pace of that there, Marcos, or we'll be keel-haulin' ye till ye can't breathe no more!"

Journal Entry: June Twenty-Second

June Twenty-second
Can it be nearly dawn? I have been awake all night, yet excitement still keeps sleep from me. Rarely have I stayed up an entire night, and never has it seemed to pass so quickly. Sleep must be brief for me, as my patient may wake at any time.

Journal Entry: June Fourteenth

I have arrived safely at Uncle’s townhouse in Antwerp. Each year it seems the town doubles in size, with three times as many ships in port. Aunt has already begun to speak of the young men of the town suitable to make a match with a lord’s youngest daughter. I will have none of them, as long as my family support my intellectual endeavors. Really, it is only Aunt who wishes to see me soon married.

Dinner in the Galley

Lately, when Friday evening is approaching, I've been longing for the company of my friends on the Ship. So sending a courier down to the docks, I secured a dinner invitation on board, with the Cook Pell and the Powder Monkey Lord Dylan.

Artemesia

A gentleman at the bar, starting to feel the effects of the alcohol he's been consuming, turns to his drinking/gambling partner at the table,

"So, my dear Captain Lot," he slurs, "we well know that the worth of a ship's crew is measured not only by it's sailing ability, but also by it valor in battle. Tell me, has this crew of yours ever sacked any towns or ports?"

"Only one," replies Lot, "you may have heard of it, I believe it's name was Artemisia"

"The kingdom?!" exclaims the gentleman.

"Yup."



The real story, Captain Lot Recounts the tale-

The Squall

The Squall

Lightning lit up the night sky showing the low canopy of clouds overhead. The sailors of the White Star looked up from their appointed tasks. “Seems awful close, aye?” Pete never got a chance to be heard as he was cut off by the crack of thunder. Mordechai ben Avraham lifted an eyebrow at the noise, but then returned to his sleep-like state at the helm.

The Sea Salt's Tale: Introduction

The Introduction
A tale? Aye, I'll tell ye a tale. Not just any tale either. The tale. Sit down and get comfortable, we may be here for a while.

Goblins & Humours

Part One

While walking the decks early one morning, Magdalene came across a loose sheet of paper. Curious, she picked it up and noted that it may have once belonged to a bound journal. The script was clear, but the letters changed size and the lines went up and down unevenly.

The date is illegible, if that's what it was. Magdalene thought she could make out a 1 and a 0 in there - or was it a 7 and a 6?

Consumed by curiosity, she began reading.

Pirate Captured! Part III: The Rescue

The Rescue, written by Lot Ramirez
The night was dark in Freeport. Many ships lay anchored in the crowded harbor, the rowdy noise from their crews drifted lazily up from the dockside taverns. It was deathly quiet aboard the White Star, as three dark, cloaked shapes slipped noiselessly over the gunwhale and on to her decks.
"Quiet, now," said Wolver to his two companions, 'Last thing we want is to bring Lot and his crew down upon us."

Pirate Captured! Part II: The Negotiations

The Negotiations, written by Lot Ramirez

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