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Monday, July 11th, 2005
6:03 pm
We've taken over usin' LaTour's log, although there's naught to log but 'owever far we've gone fer the day, an' whoever's gotten into a scrap with whoever else. Supplies are dwindlin', though not as fast as I'd anticipated, an' the river carries us steadily on. Bloody borin', sittin' 'round with nothin' to fuckin' do but count the trees, waitin' fer savages to pop out o' the bushes an' start peltin' us with fire an' arrows an' all that.

I've not caught any sight of LaTour's passage aside from 'is lieutenant, although we're sure 'e's slowed down greatly. The man didn't 'ave much to say 'fore 'e died, an' what little we go we could've reasoned out amongst ourselves anyway. So much the bloody effort for takin' 'im aboard.

Fang's been ill, an' I'm even startin' to feel a poundin' 'ead from bein' out in the 'eat all day long, every day long. No one's got anythin' to say an' I know that there's trouble brewin' should we not find anythin' soon - I'll be left without a crew, again, an' without a bloody ship, again, up this bloody river, again, stranded on this fuckin' island, again. 'Tis nothin' but a wasted venture at this point, but t'would be pointless t'turn back as well, so why not lose me life 'ere rather than to the gallows in bloody ol' England, eh?

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Sunday, May 15th, 2005
9:44 pm
There's naught to do but watch the trees an' search through the jungle each day when we stop fer signs o' LaTour an' 'is rabble.

Pssht. Callin' me crew rabble. Not as if the man'd ever inspired any sort o' loyalty in 'is underlin's. Most likely 'alf o' them are tremblin' in their boots or makin' plans t'do away with 'im the moment 'e rests 'is diseased arse.

Seems like there's little more t'life these days than sittin' 'round waitin' fer somethin' to 'appen, watchin' the bloody trees go by. We're out in the open an' 'e's in there somewhere, waitin'.

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Friday, April 8th, 2005
4:44 pm
We'll see 'ow the bastard refuses to say anythin' else when 'e's got 'eated pieces o' steel in between each o' 'is ribs.

Better send someone t'take care o' the lass. I don't want 'er walkin' in on this.

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Tuesday, March 15th, 2005
10:29 pm
Well, seems that Ben an' Fang're 'istory, although I'm not quite sure why the fuckin' idiot believes 'e can still save things between 'em. I ain't a proponent o' anyone over me own family but the lad's truly lost 'is fuckin' mind where she's concerned. The lass's a nice catch, much as I usually wouldn't admit that t'anyone.

Time to go inspect the riverbank with Chang. We've 'ardly 'ad a moment alone together since the ships themselves, an' that's not somethin' I'd like to think about right now.

Feelin' the itch.

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Sunday, January 23rd, 2005
10:44 pm
The damned thing's doin' me no good when I lug it around day after day.

I'd be best off throwin' it in the bushes an' 'ave done with it.

'Tis not like it's gonna bring the ship back, carryin' around a stupid piece o' wood.


Damn it.

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Monday, January 10th, 2005
8:10 pm
We've been walkin' in bloody circles fer the last two days an' no one 'as a fuckin' idea where we're goin'. Or if we've even gone bloody anywhere but in bloody circles!!

Found Fang an' Ben. 'Tis a relief to know they're still alive.

Nothin' else to report, aside from the fact we've seen naught but green. Plenty o' insects an' the like but no birdsong an' no tigers or anythin' dangerous. 'Tis like the entire jungle's watchin'. Waitin' fer the other shoe t'drop.

I don't bloody like it.

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Sunday, August 15th, 2004
12:40 am
If Ben were dead I would know it. I've gotta believe that because there's nothin' else to believe in right now, aside from the fact that there's a walkin' dead Frenchman headin' up this piss river towards me gold.

We're 'avin' a bit o' a meetin' tomorrow once 'tis light out to decide what we're gonna do next. Fightin' is out o' the question at the moment, seein' as 'ow only fuckin' fools fight on a sinkin' ship - an' 'ow clever am I to think o' such a damned thing at this time, eh? Good fer ye, Lasair, ye've really gone an' messed yer brain up. An' yer life, now that we think of it. Aye, ye've done such a good thing, gettin' yerself involved in this an' now ye've got nothin' except the clothes on yer back an' the people around ye an' a whole mess o' corpses to occupy yer days with an' ye think ye c'n beat 'im?

I will.

Damn it all to fuckin' 'ell an' back, I don't care if I've gotta crawl through the fuckin' jungle. I will find 'im an' I will win over 'im.

Ye've taken it all away, ye 'ave, but ye 'aven't killed me an' that was the biggest mistake that ye made. Assumin' that, as ye no doubt are right now. Sure, there'll be the doubt in yer 'ead but ye're pretty sure. An' that's what's gonna kill ye, ye fuckin' bastard. The fact that ye underestimated us all.

current mood: bleak

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Saturday, August 7th, 2004
10:43 pm
'Tis too bloody fucking 'ot. Ye c'n run around naked an' still feel like ye're sweatin' out o' yer skin.

I'll get 'im.

I will.

Don't matter 'ow long it takes anymore. I've all the time in the fuckin' world to make that . . . that . . .



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Wednesday, July 28th, 2004
12:53 pm
We're all trapped in this damned place and 'tis about to get worse. We can't find . . . Ben . . .

Ben an' Fang are gone. We checked amongst the bodies an' the like an' they're just . . . gone. Nowhere to be found. Jonothan even helped out an' there's been no sign o' the pair anywhere we c'n find.

Bobcat's dead along with most o' his crew. Murph didn't make it. Chang's crew's half gone. Jonothan's men're numbered at twenty at the most.

Fell out o' a damned tree last night tryin' to get at some odd kind o' fruit an' banged meself up. Head's still reelin' from the fact that the ship's gone an' apparently I made a big scene on the beach, although I don't remember any o' it.

Jonothan was there . . .

current mood: bleak

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Sunday, July 11th, 2004
8:15 pm - OOC but most definitely on topic
So as you all can see, the Africa scene has been completed, edited, formatted and posted and yesterday marked the two month anniversary of the game narrowing to two players.

I had a big long thing planned out to say and Quianna and I have discussed where we want the game to go, but I'm going to make it brief. Whatever your reasons for not participating lately, now would be the time to take a step back, take an honest look at what you have going on in your life and decide if you are in or if you are out. There's no backdating or any other options like that. As far as the game goes right now either you have the time or you don't.

This does not mean that I am saying that the t00bs are finished or I don't want to be friends anymore. I'm being realistic and I'm saying that I want people who can dedicate themselves to the project to see it done. If you can't do that, then don't. It's not fair to us or the writing and it's not fair to you. We could have done better many times in the past and I'm intending to see that we do in the future.

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12:25 am
Aye, I know what they're all tellin' me an' maybe 'tis true but I'm still bloody worried an' I don't feel like talkin' to anyone or trustin' anyone right now. Can't trust me bloody self to see things straight; why should I trust anyone else?

Bloody hell.

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Monday, July 5th, 2004
11:56 pm
There's a bloody captain's meetin' at 0300 hours. I don't know what Latour's got on his half-addled brain gettin' us up so damned early - or is it late? - to put us all in a room so 'e can bloody sneer at us for an hour or so before gettin' to whatever bloody point 'e has.

At any rate, I'm takin' Da with me this time in the hopes that he c'n mediate some o' the shite that'll no doubt spring up, what with Bobcat bein' there an' me bein' forced to sit in his presence without copious amounts o' rum or whiskey.

Which is all bloody gone, by the way, an' there'll be hell to pay if I find out who drank the last o' it.

T'wasn't me.

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Sunday, June 20th, 2004
4:29 pm
I've no damn idea what to say an' I've ABSOLUTELY no desire to think about it anymore.

. . .

Bloody hell, why're things always gettin' so damned complicated?!

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Thursday, June 10th, 2004
2:09 pm
Bogs is a bleedin idiot who don't mind the fact that a sudden gust o' wind can an' may knock ye off yer perch. Sent him over to Fang to be stitched up an' now the man's stompin' around on deck an' Fang's nowhere to be found.

Had a rather interestin' conversation with Chang the other day regardin' me temper. Put some things into perspective, although I'd never let him know that, an' I may just try an' bite me tongue from time to time. Or I could just keep goin' as I am, as it's yet to get me in trouble, an' see how long me luck holds. Whatever 'tis, I'm positive that no matter how hard LaTour tries, I'll get him in the end. Ye c'n take away me guns, me crew, me ship, me country, me booze until all ye 'ave left is me an' I'll still run the devil into the ground with me own hands.

Been thinkin' about Tavington as well. 'Tis interestin' to see him interactin' with LaTour. I'd thought that they'd get along, considerin' that they're both overstuffed arses, but Jonothan seems to heavily dislike 'im an' that makes me wonder . . . I'm sad to say that I'd prefer Jonothan to LaTour any day o' the week as well. There's somethin' less . . . I don't know.

Damn it, the man's just got a bit more class, is how ye'd have to put it. Or maybe not class, just 'tis a bit more . . . dignity? Composure? Nah, LaTour's got that . . . I don't know.

He's got somethin' more an' it pains me to admit it but 'tis true. 'Tis like he's the known quantity as well, although these days . . . let's just say he's got a few surprises up his sleeve. The bastard's been abnormally calm an' after that conversation on the beach . . .

I just don't know an' I don't want to think about it anymore. Enough fer now.

current mood: content

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Wednesday, June 2nd, 2004
12:25 pm
UGH, me head. Chang's bloody laughin' an' 'tis bloody sunny an' 'tis bloody hot out an' whoever's POUNDIN' ON DECK IS GONNA WISH THEY WERE NEVER BORN once I get up an' manage to get out there an' kill 'em.

Feels like a dragon pissed in me mouth. Urgh.

current mood: hung over

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Tuesday, June 1st, 2004
11:45 pm

chang's blody 'eavy like



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2:35 am
Tavington's full o' shite.

There's no way.

None. None at all. He's just tryin' to make things more difficult fer me so that he'll manage to one-up me, as usual. Aye, that's it exactly.

So what the devil I hate him.

I hate him.

. . .

Chang's wonderin' why I'm tryin' to write an' grindin' me teeth at the same time. 'Tis nothin' to dwell on fer this evenin' an' there's much still to be done. Suppose the reason I came in the first place was exactly what all o' them were thinkin'.

Oh well.

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Sunday, May 30th, 2004
5:35 pm
Fuckin' pup ran got into me cabin today an' broke a bottle o' oil I commandeered from the last merchant ship we managed all over the floor, so now the entire cabin smells overpowerin'. Needless to say, I'm out on deck an' will be fer the duration o' the evenin'.

. . . damned dog.

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Saturday, May 29th, 2004
3:40 pm - OOC post
Everyone say hello to:


(yeah Chang gets his own cause I'm special).


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