Crew Member Bria's Log, 42nd day on board 'Lady Dickbutt's vessel.

Morale is at an all-time low ever since we docked at that weird chapel and I found our missing craftsman's finger (ring included) in the meal they cooked for us. Captain shrugged and made a 'eh, what can ya do' gesture before climbing around some sort of well and screaming. Not as bad as the time we were all viciously savaged by an iceberg, but close. Captain Lady Dickbutt seems to be very fond of this odd, green rubbery humanoid who talks like he's got a mouthful of sardines. She occasionally shoves scintillack in his face before carting him off to her quarters, I don't know what happens but for some reason we all feel a bit less terrified next morning.

Ah well, time to dock at Pigmote Isle and watch our Captain jump off the boat and talk to thin air for a few hours. Judging by the sounds coming from the quarters next to mine, it sounds like Finley's eyes are finally starting to hatch, too.

Crew Member Bria's Log, 42nd day on board 'Lady Dickbutt's vessel. Morale is at an all-time low ever since we docked at that weird chapel and I found our missing craftsman's finger (ring included) in the meal they cooked for us. Captain shrugged and made a 'eh, what can ya do' gesture before climbing around some sort of well and screaming. Not as bad as the time we were all viciously savaged by an iceberg, but close. Captain Lady Dickbutt seems to be very fond of this odd, green rubbery humanoid who talks like he's got a mouthful of sardines. She occasionally shoves scintillack in his face before carting him off to her quarters, I don't know what happens but for some reason we all feel a bit less terrified next morning. Ah well, time to dock at Pigmote Isle and watch our Captain jump off the boat and talk to thin air for a few hours. Judging by the sounds coming from the quarters next to mine, it sounds like Finley's eyes are finally starting to hatch, too.