Captain’s Log Day 52

Ahoy,

I’ll spare you the boredom and cut right to the chase. Here is today’s treasure–a long one–that I hope you’ll enjoy. I’ll discuss other things with you tomorrow, I just wanted you to celebrate with this treasure after not having one for so long. So here it is.

I sat with my back to a wall of windows and my laptop on the table before me. Noise drifted around the lounge as a lot of people spoke to each other but all the voices were only muffled whispers due to the early hour of the morning. I looked up from my laptop screen, searching for the source of the loudest voice in the room. The man speaking sat nearly directly opposite me in one of the red lounge chairs, back to the bar-like counter above him. He was wearing a black trench coat and had a metallic bronze cane clutched in one hand while holding a cell phone up to his ear with the other. This man was speaking rapidly into the phone in an unfamiliar language.

Before I could move my gaze back down to my homework, our eyes locked. He adjusted his grip on the cane, smiled, and lowered the phone from his ear, swiping his thumb across the screen to end the call. Then he rose and moved across the empty space in the middle of the room to occupy the chair directly opposite me at the table.

“Hey!” he greeted.

“Uh… hi?”

“That’s it?” he asked, voice thick with an accent almost like a New England accent but not quite the same.

“I…I don’t know. I don’t know what else to say.”

“Maybe ‘nice seeing you’ would be good.”

I frowned, searching the screen of my laptop for answers. “I’m sorry but I don’t know what you’re talking about….”

He tensed. It was almost as though every muscle in his body had seized up at that. “You don’t.” It wasn’t a question. The tension vanished as he expelled a sigh from his lips. “I see.”

“What do you see?” I cleared my throat. “Who are you?”

“It’s… I’m… No, I’m sorry I bothered you.”

“What?”

He was already starting to struggle to his feet. So the cane wasn’t for looks. Abruptly, I folded the screen of my laptop down. He flinched in response, then froze.

“No. Sit.” I waved my hand towards the chair he was trying to leave. “I might not know who you are but there’s no reason for you to leave.”

“Why?”

“You thought you knew me from somewhere, apparently.”

“No, no, no,” he returned. “I didn’t think once. I knew I knew you.”

“So we’ve met before.” I paused. “Talk to me. Tell me about it. Who are you? And how do you know me?”

He shook his head. “No,” was the response. “It… it doesn’t matter. We… we knew that this could happen. I’m sorry for bothering you.” He stopped. “I shouldn’t have even thought for a moment that you might recognize me. I just… I just hoped that… maybe….”

“That’s getting old. Don’t apologize. No. I want to know. How do you know me? Er, how did you know me? And what could happen? Tell me.”

The man smiled again. “I see some things never change,” he chuckled. “You’re still the same. Exactly the same.”

“Oh?”

“Yeah.”

“Well?”

“Well what?”

“You didn’t even tell me yet!”

His smile broadened. “Oh. Right,” he said. “We were… we were… well working together… back in the day….”

“Hold it.” My voice was louder than his, to drown him out. He stopped, stared. “Back in the day? Come on, do I look that old?”

“I just meant….”

“No, no. A few years ago, ten years ago, a little while ago… any of those are acceptable but ‘back in the day’? Seriously?”

“I see,” he responded, laughing for a moment. “Alright, so a few years ago we were… well, like I just said, we were working together.”

“On what?” I tried to recall a few years ago, or even last year, but nothing would come to mind. My memory was fuzzy and his face remained unfamiliar. I should remember an accent like that.

“It was… well, a… let’s just say a world changing project,” he said hesitantly, hanging his head and avoiding my gaze.

“World changing?”

“Yes… Like altering, transforming, shifting….”

A thought rushed through my mind. “Like saving?”

The man’s body tensed again. “Yes,” he whispered. “Like saving.”

“Hold on just one minute here.” I folded my arms across my chest.

The man lifted his head to meet my gaze.

“You’re telling me that I worked with you—well with anyone—to save the world? Me? Save the world? Is this joke? Am I on some prank TV show or something?” I started looking around the room with exaggerated movements. “Where are the hidden cameras?”

“Prank… TV show?” he repeated. “I…I don’t understand your meaning.”

“And I don’t understand yours.”

“You asked me for the story,” he said softly.

“I didn’t ask for you to make one up.”

“Maybe I should just go….”

“Maybe you should.”

“This… I’m sorry,” he said again. “I mean, I didn’t mean for it to be like this. I really didn’t think….”

“No, you didn’t.”

“Let. Me. Finish.”

I gulped. His demeanor was changing. His eyes narrowed to slits and his lips turned downwards at the corners.

“It was true,” he said. “I didn’t think—no, we didn’t think you’d be affected by it. We knew there was a chance. But you had to do it. That’s what you said. You had to.”

“You mean save the world?”

“Exactly that,” he replied.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“I know,” he whispered, almost in defeat. “I know. And that’s what I mean. Back then… er, a few years ago, when you had to decide… we knew there was a chance that you wouldn’t recover your memories. I mean, that you wouldn’t remember it at all… your mind would be wiped.”

“I… see?”

“Tell me, do you remember what happened… say, last night?”

“Of course!”

“What?”

“I was in my dorm room… alone—wait, no, my roommate was there. So I was in my dorm room with my roommate.” When he didn’t move to respond right away, I considered the question further. “I was watching TV and doing some homework and eating some snacks.”

“Okay,” he said then. “Now, what happened last year, let’s say around the holidays?”

“The… holidays?” I squeezed my eyes shut for a moment, digging through my memories. “I was—it would have been winter break so I was… at home? Wait! No, I remember now. That’s right. I was at my grandparents’ house with my family.”

“Difficult?”

“To remember?”

He nodded.

“Well… I guess….”

“Tell me about summer vacation, three years ago,” he said next.

Silence stretched between us. I was drawing a blank. Literally. I could not think of anything.

“Nothing right?”

“Nothing.”

Now, he rose to his feet. “It’s fine,” he said. “Just forget about it. Forget about me. Do yourself a favor.”

“How would I be doing myself a favor?”

“By forgetting me and this conversation,” he responded. “Things happened for a reason. It’s alright. Move on. Live a normal life now.”

“I was—am—living a normal life.”

“Good,” he said. He turned away for a moment as though he was about to leave, paused, and turned back. “So… you go here? To college?”

“Yeah.”

“That’s good. What are you studying?”

“I haven’t decided yet.”

“Oh.” Now, he turned away for good. “You’ll be alright,” he said over his shoulder. “You’ll excel at whatever you do. I know. And….”

“Yes?”

“Thank-you.”

“For what?”

He didn’t answer but continued to walk away. I was left alone to wonder if he had been thanking me for… saving the world—as preposterous as that notion was—or if he was thanking me for talking with him. No. I knew it was none of those. He was thanking me for giving him closure after… all these years.

Have a great one!

Signed,

Captain Davenport
5.3.14

Captain’s Log Day 51

Ahoy Mateys!

Captain Davenport at your service once more! Turns out that Cisco was a traitor all along. Didn’t exactly kill him or that scum Corbett but the Smoky Dragon is no more–claimed by the sunken city of Argo Bay just like so many before her! Unfortunately, we of the Gilded Leviathan watched Captain Corbett and his trusty First Mate Cisco–along with several others from his crew, including our own Lookout Rowles– escape beyond the horizon in one of the Dragon‘s massive life boats. Well, we probably haven’t seen the last of them.

So, now I am out a first mate, a second mate, a lookout, and apparently a cabin boy. Well, since Laroque did such a fine job as first mate–including releasing me–I am keeping him promoted. Most of our men survived the bloody battle with Corbett’s crew unscathed but a few were injured. It isn’t anything that Elias can’t handle. In fact, I’m promoting that boy to Ship’s Doctor. This title isn’t something given lightly as its bearer has the responsibility of fixing the ship and healing the crew. Corbett’s men either jumped overboard, were killed, or sunk with the Dragon. However, a boy not much younger than Laroque has survived. He is being cared for by Elias and I will give him a second chance at life, as our cabin boy of course. Noble, that’s his name.

I remain out a lookout and a second mate. I don’t believe a second mate to be a necessity currently so I will wait to hire one when we must return to port. For now, Milton will double as our lookout and navigator. I will also hire a new lookout when we reach port. And if Noble has no desire to join my crew, I will drop him off at port and find a new cabin boy as well.

Expeditions shall resume tomorrow. I apologize for the delay.

Signed,

Captain Davenport
5.2.14

Captain’s Log Day 50

Greetings,

There isn’t even any food in here. Guess I’m lucky I don’t need food to survive. . . . Er, um, what I mean to say is . . . well, I might die down here anyway. Perhaps it is time my secret came out. I’ll tell you what. I’ll give you another still today. And tomorrow, tomorrow if no one has come for me even then, then I will tell you my secret.

So, here is your still.

Forest

I’m going to go sleep now.

Signed,

Shipwright Elias
5.1.14

Captain’s Log Day 49

Greetings,

Everything is quiet. I haven’t heard anything since late last night and no one has come down for me. I can only hope for the best but I am fearing the worst. Maybe this still will make us both feel better.

Dilapidated

There’s something soothing about a home in ruins.

Signed,

Shipwright Elias
4.30.14

Captain’s Log Day 48

Greetings,

The ship is in chaos. Apparently I don’t say that enough these days. Laroque released Davenport before I could. The two of them managed to inspire some semblance of unity in the men not totally taken by Cisco and Corbett. They’ve been battling against Corbett’s men–along with Cisco, Rowles, and the other few men following the supposed captain willingly–since late last night.

Me? I’ve been locked in the hold. With this log, yes. Laroque did it. That brat. Apparently he thinks that at least someone should survive here and that I’m safest in this prison. Why I should survive is beyond me. Maybe because I’m the only one that can repair the ship? And the only one with some knowledge of medicine and healing? And he gave me the log so the story can be told, I guess. I’m a bit concerned as to why he thinks that no one but me will survive. Which makes me wonder how I’m supposed to survive if no one lives to release me.

The sounds of battle are constant though at this point they’ve died down quite a bit. Someone is losing.

I wonder about the Smoky Dragon. How close is it? Will it sink? Maybe it has already.

Evidently there is no treasure for you today. None of the captain’s poems either. But, hey, look, I found this collection of stills down here. So I’ll include one here.

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It can perhaps be used as a representation of how I’m feeling right now.

Also, guess I’ll add a new tab to the log for these stills. Hopefully it will matter some in the future.

Signed,

Shipwright Elias
4.29.14

Captain’s Log Day 47

Ahoy,

This is a TAKEOVER. There is no way I’m going to allow this to happen so long as I’m alive. Cisco never left Corbett. The intent was to take us over all along so Corbett can be captain of the Leviathan and so he can be responsible for these treasures. Well, I won’t let it happen! And I have a feeling most of these men won’t go down without a fight! For now, Corbett and Cisco are in a meeting in the conference room. Tonight, we fight back. Wish us luck.

Signed,

First Mate Future Captain Laroque
4.28.14

Captain’s Log Day 46

Greetings,

Cisco returned in the night. He brought quite a few of Corbett’s men with him. They held us up at swordpoint. I’m risking my neck right now just to tell you this. I don’t know what’s going on. I don’t know what’s going on. I’m afraid. This definitely wasn’t an on the fly mutiny and takeover. I think this was Cisco’s plan all along.

No one is allowed to leave the ship–unless they’re Corbett’s man–so no one retrieved a treasure today. I fear what is coming tomorrow. I think Corbett himself will come over. And Davenport . . . I might have to do what I can to get him out of here in the life boat and hope he can get away. He killed Corbett’s brother, after all. If Corbett does come, I can guarantee Davenport won’t live. As for me, I’d love to go with him but I have to stay here. I don’t trust these people with my–er, the sunken city.

Signed,

Shipwright Elias
4.27.14