Captain’s Log Day 19

Ahoy,

Cutting to the chase. Against my better judgment, we have set sail once more. Whitefield has the necessary supplies to tend to the crew. Elias has fixed the hull. Currently, the ship is being run by only a handful of men–the one’s unaffected by the attack and the ones that sustained only cuts and bruises. Not exactly the dream team (to include Elias, Laroque, and Milton) but they’ll do. Besides, this is the perfect opportunity to train Laroque and maybe put a little extra trust in him. Thankfully Milton came out alright or else we wouldn’t be able to navigate back. I promise I’ll be getting treasures to you again soon.

Until then, I will leave you with another of my poems:

A City Dead

The sound of silence
in the air.

The barren streets
you do share.

A covering of dust
you do wear.

The hapless burden
you do bear.

The secret hidden
not to share.

The occupants under
the broken layer.

A siege fought
without fear.

A scar carved
under the harsh glare.

Broken, burned, bent, forgotten.
A city defeated, a city lost, a city forgotten.
A city dead.

I almost wonder if this is the kind of image that the city of Argo Bay became before the cliff collapsed or if the city was still alive and throbbing when that happened. Guess we’ll never know.

Signed,

Captain Davenport
3.31.14

Captain’s Log Day 18

Er . . . ahoy,

I don’t really feel that I should be the one updating the log but . . . as it is, I am one of the last men from the Leviathan left standing. See, Captain Corbett pulled into port this morning and, well, there was a battle . . . . I mean, Corbett’s men attacked ours in the streets of town and wounded most that were there. Whitefield doesn’t think Gaskin will make it. Wagner is unconscious but otherwise unharmed. Cisco has been slipping between unconscious and awake all day but Whitefield thinks he’ll live too. And Davenport is spending his time visiting everyone.

I didn’t get attacked. I don’t think Corbett’s men know that I’m part of Davenport’s crew. Elias didn’t get attacked either. Well, he also hasn’t left the ship.

I’ll see if I can get the captain to update the log tomorrow. We might not be leaving port again for a awhile. Corbett’s men have left–only because Milton killed one of their guys, and they got it worse than us–but we’re currently unfit to sail. Personally, I just want to get out of here.

Signed,

Cabin Boy Future Captain Laroque
3.30.14

Captain’s Log Day 17

Ahoy,

We will be in port for the rest of today along with all of tomorrow. I have given my crew liberty to spend the night on shore. I’m not leaving the ship. I’ll be here.

I understand that Wagner told you the story of my rivalry with Corbett. I can assure you he left out one essential detail. I killed Corbett’s brother. In cold blood. It was nothing short of murder. I was young and rash and I just wanted to get the man back. I won’t give you more details than that though.

Anyway, I thought I’d leave you with a poem today since you haven’t gotten anything literary in a while. See below.

A Dream I Once Had

The sky was filled with fire
The earth embraced with frost
The living beings trembled
The gods shook with rage
The winds whipped rocks around
The lightning struck the air
The rain fell from oceans
The volcanoes sucked in ash
The world was in chaos
All this in a dream I once had

We’ll see what I can dig up for you tomorrow.

Signed,

Captain Davenport
3.29.14

Captain’s Log Day 16

Hello again,

We’ve sighted Haleton and continue to move towards it. Milton is hoping to be there by night fall though we won’t actually approach the port until tomorrow. Looks like the crew will be going without dinner tonight and breakfast tomorrow. Davenport is keeping himself in his cabin. I think he’s trying to abstain from eating so that there’s more to go around for the rest of us. I’m not concerned. The captain’s always been like that.

As for the results, there seems to be a tie. Well, not “seems to be.” There is a tie. And the tie is between hearing about the history of this crew along with the rivalry between Captain Davenport and Captain Corbett of the Smoky Dragon. Other than Corbett or Davenport themselves, I am the best person to give you information about this rivalry (and I would be one of the best resources for the history of this crew as well). Due to the tie, I’m going to make my own decision and tell you about the rivalry, as it involves less personal information about our crew in general.

At the root of everything is the Gilded Leviathan. Corbett has been a man of the sea for at least a good fifteen years longer than we have. He’s from the southwest kingdom (I’m not sure the name) on the Western Continent. That in itself added fuel to the fire (Davenport and I being from the western kingdom on the Eastern Continent). Corbett’s heritage has also added to his brutality. I mean, everyone knows that the people of that kingdom are brutes and rogues at best (savages and murderers at worst).

But the Gilded Leviathan. Corbett was sailing some less than acceptable vessel while the Leviathan was being built. I believe his original ship (not built by men of his kingdom–they aren’t really a sea people) was sunk by the navy a few years before. I don’t know the particulars. So he had his sights on a superior vessel.

Corbett was sailing just outside the port where the Leviathan was built, just waiting for it to be completed. Cisco tells us that Corbett’s shipwright wanted to take the ship about a week before it was finished, claiming that he would have no problem finishing it. Well, Corbett’s shipwright is from the same kingdom so I guess the captain doubts his abilities–and insisted on waiting. It is my opinion that Corbett wanted to take the Leviathan once it had set sail on its inaugural voyage just so he could say that he had plundered the admiral’s ship.

Davenport and I took it the night before. Davenport’s father wanted us to become men of the navy–like him and my father. It was actually when we were both cabin boys on the same ship that the idea of countering the law, as it is, became attractive to us. Davenport would rather not have had anything to do with the admiral’s ship but I convinced him to take it. See, what better way than to blaze the sea and get the world’s attention on us than by taking the greatest ship ever built from the greatest nation and navy?

Well, we managed to get it out of port. When the sun came up, Corbett’s inferior vessel was trailing us. With a lot of sweat and ingenuity (for we were just two guys, barely into adulthood, with only cabin boy tasks for experience), we managed to turn the Leviathan broadside to Corbett’s vessel. And we managed to sink his ship. I’m not sure how many guys he lost that day but he’s just lucky that we were so close to port or else I’m sure he wouldn’t have survived. Then, Cisco said he gathered his most trustworthy four into the one lifeboat.

The next time we saw Corbett was about three months later. We had a sort of skeleton crew in comparison to the size of our ship. Davenport wasn’t ready to trust people. I can understand. Hire the wrong guy and we could end up with slit throats over the ship. Corbett had a slightly better ship but no shots were fired. He invited himself over, to get a feel of us I guess. Maybe he was plotting a takeover. We parted ways cordially but it’s come to blows every time we’ve seen him since. After our first few battles, we earned the respect–or fear, rather–of the world’s pirates. Except Corbett. He’s stubborn. Him and the world’s navies are the only ones that will still fire on us.

Well . . . I hope you enjoyed the story. I apologize if there isn’t many specifics. Tomorrow we’ll be in port. Don’t know what the captain has planned then.

Signed,

First Mate Wagner
3.28.14

Captain’s Log Day 15

Well hello,

So we haven’t made much progress on repairing the hull. Davenport has been meeting with Milton all day. I guess they’re trying to figure out the best course of action and shortest route to the nearest port, Haleton I believe. I’m wondering why we didn’t head back southwest, towards Shorville–which is where we initially set out from. I think it is even closer to Argo Bay than Haleton but I could be wrong. Geography has never been my strong suit.

I have quite a number of other things on my mind today, so I apologize that this entry doesn’t contain anything of interest. I’ll leave you with a choice though. Chances are tomorrow we’ll still be sailing–that is if Elias can get that hull fixed. So I’ll ask you to take a look at the options below. The winning option shall be included in tomorrow’s entry.

Signed,

First Mate Wagner
3.27.14

Captain’s Log Day 14

Ahoy Mateys,

Unfortunately, we’ve run into a few problems. Milton claims we didn’t hit anything–and that actually there was nothing around for us to hit–yet somehow we’ve sprang a leak in the hull. It isn’t anything that Shipwright Elias can’t fix but it might set us back a day. Problem is, we don’t have a day. Our supplies will be all used up tomorrow unless I ration beyond what is healthy so it is imperative that we can at least see land by tomorrow night. That won’t happen if the hull isn’t patched. Luckily we do have those supplies. I haven’t spoken to Elias in a while but when I had, he didn’t have an estimate of how long it will take to fix. I’ll check in with him later.

Currently we are in a more trafficked area of the sea so we may just have to flag down another ship–one that I can at least trust on the surface–and barter for extra supplies.

As for the rest, I promised today that I would give you a bit of history on the Leviathan. When I was just barely an adult, the navy was in the process of putting the final touches on what was to be the admiral’s personal vessel, paid for out of the king’s own pocket. Whenever I was in port, not out on some vessel as cabin boy or other, I would watch this ship be built. Well, the summer that this ship was completed, my father wanted Wagner and I to become full members of the navy in his stead. That, of course, wasn’t something that the two of us were interested in.

So Wagner had an idea. In the dark of night, the two of us crept down to the docks. That day, the builders had put the final touches on the great ship. We stopped at the end of the dock looking up at the great hull. The gangway wasn’t down and no one was around. The ship was scheduled to go on its inaugural voyage the next day. But we would take that night.

I don’t even want to know how but Wagner had secured a pirate’s flag, the jolly roger. Being the nimbler of us two, I scaled the hull then lowered the gangway for Wagner to join me.

That night, we lowered the navy flag and raised the jolly roger.

Then we quietly left the port. Not going to lie, that was the most ungraceful voyage I have ever participated in. By morning, I’m certain that the whole kingdom knew that we had stolen the great ship. I can’t remember what its original name was supposed to be, but Wagner and I called her the Gilded Leviathan. We sailed up to the next port, smaller and slightly more detached from the government, and secured our first crew.

Since then, men have died, men have rebelled, men have left, and men have joined until we ended up with the crew that we have today.

Maybe I should write a poem about that. Anyway, I hope you enjoyed the story. Not enough action for you? Well, I’m not a story teller and, hey, there was no action that night. I’ll find something else to tell you tomorrow or else you’ll get stuck with another of my poems.

Signed,

Captain Davenport
3.26.14

Captain’s Log Day 13

Ahoy,

We’re now a day closer to the port. A few ships were spotted earlier this morning but Rowles reports that they were going northwest and aren’t likely to cross our path. He couldn’t identify the flags though but based on the description, I can only assume they were navy ships of some nation, probably one of the northern kingdoms. I’m not concerned. Milton reports that it will be at least another two days before we’re in sight of the port. So, for now, I shall leave you with another one of my poems, text below.

Winter Season

Across the white covered ground
Over the ice capped hills
The brilliant winter frost
Is all but lost

The cold creeps
The sky weeps
Tears of snow
As the winter grows

Tomorrow I’ll give you a little history on the Gilded Leviathan and crew, just to change it up. I would hate to bore you.

Signed,

Captain Davenport
3.25.14