First Mate's Journal

She's going to be a good ship, now just to find her a good crew. Still need to make the trip with Dinah to Minos before I can Captain the Serenade. But, that should hopefully be happening soon, and hopefully, I'll pick up a crew in Minos while there.


Deacon seems to be excited about the prospect of getting the ship sailing. We've not yet discussed what the first cargo will be. Birdie also seems to plan to tag along with me. Atleast the first time out.

Sometimes I wonder what would happen if I skewered every stupid person in Amber...then I remember I'd most likely be alone when it was over. Sometimes even smart people do stupid things.

Take this Deacon situation. I would assume his sister is reasonably intelligent, but her actions don't state that. Instead of getting facts, she acted upon idle gossip by servants and staff. Accused someone, i.e. me, of sleeping with him when I in fact never did. Then gets huffy because he lent a friend his room to hide out in while recovering from something terrible that occurred to them recently. All of these, to me, are the actions of a closed, paranoid, nasty little mind.

Sure..I'm a pirate. Sure I've killed people. But mother and father always tell stories of how our family is related to Queen Rilga. While I don't believe that to be true, and in fact believe it to be nothing more then a story, it does point to the fact that its never safe to assume anything.

As for the doctor..well..I saw her that night she came to a friend for help. She looked...broken. And now his sister's gone and made being nice to someone a bad thing. Pathetic.

Oh, but its okay to auction him off like a common whore. What sort of logic is that?
I just don't understand Amberites. Minos makes so much more sense.

Dear Mother,

Of all the things I've done in my life, this has to be the first time someone's accused me of doing something I didn't do. It does remind me why I usually just stay on the ship when in port. It's safer.

I wont be bringing anyone by for a visit like I mentioned. In fact, don't send any more dumb dresses. Or hats. Unless you want to send some to Molly. Or the captains. Mags is still not feeling good, maybe you can send of your chowder.

Give the siblings my love.

C.

Mother,

Still, the compliments on the dresses continue. I still would never have thought I'd find a reason to wear them. But, I have. Even wore one to a fancy party that turned into just four of us playing poker. Then five. Didn't win anything, but it was still fun. We're going to do it again in a few weeks.

The Baron offered me a ship. And I want it. But I can't rightfully take it until I've proven myself worthy of being a captain. Whenever that may be. I'm running the Rose for Mags currently, but that's not really going to help win me a name. Hopefully, something happens soon.

Mother,

I've got at least ten more dinners to attend. One for each of those dresses you sent. Why couldn't you have sent less?


Calli

P.S. May come to visit soon.

Mother,

I've met someone that loves your dresses. Thinks they're the best things in the world. He even conned me into wearing them finally. He wanted me to send you his compliments, so here they are. Do you think perhaps you could send him something? He's a fancy Baron here. I think one of your fancy, dandy outfit would look fetching on him. Complete with the fringe and bows.

Love,
Calli

Dinah's ordered us to prepare to defend the harbor against a giant mythical beast that eats entire fleets. I'm fine with chopping up the octopus men..but I don't see how we can win against the big daddy. So..I'm going to send goodbye letters to everyone I ever knew. Mother, father...my brothers. Just in case I don't make it out alive.

I don't think I made the best of impressions on Stinky's friends. Didn't get my sense of humor at all. Oh well...their loss. Need to see if I can't track down Lysias. Maybe that damn nightmare was some cosmic big guy out there telling me I need to apologize for trying to kill him that day. I wonder if my brother knows where he went off to...

Should I divide my treasure now? Or just let someone pick through it if I die?

I went by White's to see if Caine was there...he wasn't there when I first got there, but showed up. I even got a free drink!

That's not the odd part though..who'd ever have thought I'd end up giving odd romantic advice to him. Amusing..certainly. Very very amusing. Not sure there was much of a point.

He has agreed to helping me find what I need to find. Since he owes me a week. Hopefully it's where I last heard it was.

So, I won the beat I made with Caine..first to draw blood wins a week or a wish. Now simply to decide which I should choose.

I asked Molly..she couldn't help make a decision either. This requires alot of thought.

Finally! I get released from the hospital. You know the first thing I do? Of course..find rum. The second? Look for companionship that isn't a shark, an ex or a dead prince.

Instead, I was quickly abandoned by one blond youth, and then soon offered company by a girl that became a bird. I think the drugs those doctors gave me are still affecting me.

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Well, I'm currently laid up with a huge hole in my shoulder...chest? Somewhere in that area, I can't really tell, they've got it bandaged up, and it hurts to damn much to try and look. That entire side of my body hurts like nothing I've ever experienced before...Which explains the horrible handwriting.

A note for next time I decide to light those barrels of oil on fire...don't stand to close. Especially when there's sharp objects behind you. I just hope it worked.

I wonder if I could get anyone to come visit me. I'm getting bored already, and it's not even been a day.

I passed along the message from M to M, second M didn't give me any response, sure M2 with contact M1. I'd hope. Still curious as to see if Addy, I still think that nickname is rather incongruous with the way the boy looks, anyway...if his plan to blow things up will work. There was lots of talk about control fire and acid and other things I don't have any idea what in the hell they meant. We'll see. 

Seems we've been contacted to take someone on a trip. The captain seems alright with the idea..I don't imagine we'll be gone for long. I wonder if we're even allowed to break 'ranks' as it were. Hmm. I'll have to ask the captain that, especially since this fellow seemed to be wanting to leave as soon as possible.

Gave someone a lesson in how to deal with pirates. Always have every aspect of the deal spelled out. What does this mean for me? Despite conning Gil into a dance, I still get to tell Molly his new name. I wonder if I can manage to get Blueball to stick like Picklehead has stuck. Worth considering.

Also, found out that little sneering brat from the rooftops is Gil's son. Isn't that funny? I wonder if the kid realizes who his dear daddy consorts with? Probably not. Bet he thinks his father's pure as the driven snow. All that Lord stuff. Aren't they all supposed to be such good guys, and never are really?

Ran into an old aquaintance tonight...had a rousing conversation. Found out Gilgamesh and Dinah are related...and that Dinah's father is Caine, which I had somehow managed to not find out previously. Things got progressively odder from there...I ended up wasting all my money on trying to get him drunk, then lap dances were mentioned. Him to me...not me to him. Which we decided were bad ideas, since he's got a good foot and a half on me.

That's about when things went a little fuzzy. I'm not sure what happened after that, other then I had a good time. I think I did...broke, drunk...I hope that equals a good time.

Nice people on a rooftop...running from the creepy crawlies. Well, one wasn't as nice as the others...he was all rudeness and sneers. And I didn't do anything to him! Well, much...'m sure it could be argued that I embarrassed him in front of his pals. Oh well. Good times. 

This is for you know who.

The way to win a pirates heart.....give them shiny things....or at least this will distract them while you run away.

Bugs..stupid siege of the city, and destroyed docks. The moment I return..this is what happens. Perhaps it's a sign that I should simply not ever leave again. I wonder if mother would buy that excuse...Hrm.