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<blockquote data-quote="Morrow" data-source="post: 2778663" data-attributes="member: 301"><p><strong>The Captain's Log of the Albers (Courtesy of Sully)</strong></p><p></p><p>Captain’s Log</p><p>27.1.1001</p><p>The Albers has proven her mettle amidst harsher seas than I would have chosen for her, and I am pleased. The girls, on the other hand, have not been so pleased as I. Niffie has been eager to learn, but Pansy is rather focused on the correlation between the weather and the frizziness of her hair. For the most part, however, this crew has proven as sea-worthy as the vessel that carries it- a bit worse for wear, but eager to please. </p><p>Soon, we should be arriving in Nithia, where we can wait out the remainder of the rainy season in peace.</p><p></p><p>Captain’s Log</p><p>13.4.1001</p><p>Our time in Nithia has been well-spent, mostly on training and research, but we all look forward to returning to life at sea. Roz and Niffie have excelled in their combat training, but Pansy and Stacia seem more suited to my social training. In fact, Stacia has assumed the moniker Jugs. Indeed, the name is apt. Under my guidance, Jugs and Pansy have been able to learn much of the ships that will soon be leaving port as well as their destinations and cargo.</p><p>Meanwhile, Nate has used his shore leave to teach Dert to play the fiddle. I’m sure that’ll come in handy…</p><p></p><p>Captain’s Log</p><p>4.5.1001</p><p>Blast the Pint and a Half! The crew is greatly discouraged after a disastrous raid of the small merchant vessel, the Pint and a Half. It seems the Albers is ill-equipped to arouse much fear in the hearts of our victims. We are not ready to give up, but this decrease in morale will not likely lead us to victory. My girls have shown great courage, but the men Buster provided are merely seamen without great talent in battle. It seems more training is in order. Perhaps my girls can help me to train them in combat, and perhaps we can do something about their morale as well.</p><p></p><p>Captain’s Log</p><p>27.5.1001</p><p>It is apparent that we will need to fortify the Albers before we attempt another raid. Despite the meticulous training of Buster’s seamen, we were unable to take even the smallest of merchant ships, Peache’s Pride. We just do not have the necessary armaments for pirating. We are now returning to Nithia to do something about that. Nate and I have devised a plan to acquire some cannons. Hopefully, we will fare better in that endeavor than we have in our last two raids.</p><p></p><p>Captain’s Log</p><p>12.6.1001</p><p>We arrived in Nithia under the cover of darkness last night. Just as we had hoped, the naval vessel, the Obelisk, was still in port. Nate had some knowledge of the ship and its captain, Phineas Munch, an overweight pompous career naval captain he remembered from his youth. The port is considered safe, so the crew was ashore on leave, only a skeleton crew aboard to guard the Obelisk. Nate snuck Dert on board, and he drugged the grog. Arround that time, 5 very thirsty gals showed up on the dock. The guards were more than happy to oblige, leading them onto the boat for a drink. Soon, the guards were out, and the girls and I dragged them below deck. Shortly thereafter, the crew of the Albers arrived to borrow enough cannons and ammunition to arm the Albers. We also helped ourselves to the ship’s stores including rations and a modest amount of coin. The Albers slipped away an hour before sunrise to celebrate their first successful venture. </p><p></p><p>Captain’s Log</p><p>23.6.1001</p><p>This morning, Old Pete spied a merchant Vessel on the horizon. This was to be the first test of our new arms. The Captain of Sophie’s Choice attempted evasive maneuvers, but surrendered upon our first warning shot. They gave no resistance, so we were glad to leave them with their lives. The take was modest at best. It is clear the ship was en route to Nithia to restock its stores. However, we were able to acquire some fine linens. Dert has proven to be a rather good tailor, and we look forward to seeing what sort of frocks he can produce for us. Pansy has already drawn up some attractive designs that are also well suited to combat. Jugs thinks that we should call ourselves the Vagina Gang, but none of the crew thinks that would be in particularly good taste. Roz has suggested Fox Force Five, and Niffie has suggested The Albers’ Sirens, but I honestly don’t see why we need a name for our party of female fighters. Nate says it will help our infamy grow, especially in song. I suppose to make a name for one’s self, one must first have a name. So be it. We shall be known as the Devil’s Concubines.</p><p></p><p>Captain’s Log</p><p>14.7.1001</p><p>Sailing North across the Sea of Dawn, we have begun trailing a mid-sized merchant vessel which looks rather promising. Old Pete recognizes it as Rosemary’s Baby. He sought work aboard Baby a few years ago, but Captain Cranston Touchhole turned him away stating that he was far too old and feeble to be of any use aboard his fine ship. Pete told the Captain to take his fine vessel and shove it up his touch-hole but not before he had a look around. It was indeed a lovely ship but not well-equipped to handle attacks. Pete says that Captain Touchhole is just the type to be pompous enough to carry high-value cargo without the proper man-power to protect it. We’re keeping our distance while we work out a plan. Rosemary’s Baby is under-armed, but she is a good ship, and could easily slip away if we are not careful.</p><p></p><p>Captain’s Log</p><p>17.7.1001</p><p>The morning dawned with our distress flag raised. It was not long before Rosemary’s Baby turned and came to our aid. Captain Touchhole presented a generous offer to rescue the women and cargo, but I graciously declined and responded with a cannonball through his hull. Baby’s crew did not respond well to our gift and charged onto our main deck, but my crew was ready. Touchhole’s men were quickly dispatched by my skilled men and women. The captain pleaded for his life, but I had no mercy for the man who ordered his crew aboard my ship. He knelt on my deck with tears in his eyes. His last words were, “At least let me die at the hands of a man.” I spilled his innards across the deck with a flash of my sabre. </p><p>I instructed my crew to board Rosemary’s Baby and take as much cargo as they could carry. The cargo mainly consisted of great casks of Atlantean rum and wine. Touchhole’s chambers revealed an abundance of maps charting much of the eastern sea along with a chest of gold and silver. In his armoire, I found mithril armor (glad he wasn’t wearing it) and his mistress, Miranda. Not surprisingly, she was glad to be rid of Touchhole. Miranda’s father had lost her to Touchhole in a game of poker some months earlier, and she was eager to join our crew. She told me that the mithril shirt was magical and presented it to me with relish. I rewarded her by giving her my own armor in exchange and vowing to teach her to defend herself.</p><p></p><p>Captain’s Log </p><p>18.7.1001</p><p>Last night’s victory celebration got a bit out of hand. The wine and rum flowed freely, and Nate composed a rousing tune in commemoration. In the boisterous jubilation, the crew accidentally threw a roughneck named Bull overboard, but Roz quickly jumped ship and saved him. The crew has taken to calling me Bloody Cate. They mean it as a term of endearment, but I know that it is because of my merciless behavior yesterday. I have considered trying harder to control my temper, but had the roles been reversed, Touchhole would have had no mercy for me, and so if I must leave bloodied bodies in my wake to make my way in this world, that is what I will do.</p><p>We travel now to Selba, to the east, where we can sell off much of our stores and make room for further conquests.</p><p></p><p>Captain’s Log</p><p>1.8.1001</p><p>Last night, Dert got into the rum again. He spent the greater portion of the evening stomping around the Albers insisting that he was a dragon. We gave him five lashes and sent him to bed.</p><p></p><p>Captain’s Log</p><p>18.9.1001</p><p>Our time in Selba has been largely uneventful. We got a fair price for the remaining Atlantean rum and wine, but Nate lost most of his share in the gambling dens. He was able to make some of his money back singing of our victories in the pubs near the docks. </p><p>We depart now for Freeport to return to our friends and exchange stories of our adventures.</p><p></p><p>Captain’s Log </p><p>8.10.1001</p><p>Our arrival in Freeport was greatly anticipated. I was relieved to see Buster waiting for me at the dock, and the girls were all happy to be reunited with their families. Of course, we all wore our best, and made it seem that the Albers’ travels had been entirely respectable.</p><p>The men will take turns performing guard duties during our stay here. Many of them have nowhere else to go. The Albers is their home. </p><p>Niffie has invited me to stay with her family, and Nate is staying with Bronson.</p><p>Most likely, we will not depart until the fourth month of next year, when much of the rainy season has all but passed.</p><p></p><p>Captain’s Log</p><p>5.11.1001</p><p>This year’s Swagfest has brought good news of my brothers! Ben and Dirk have long since departed Freeport in hopes of finding me elsewhere. George is still here, and Tavaari tells us that he was glad to see the others go and has given up on bringing me home to Biff. Still, I am a bit wary of meeting with him, but this is very good news. My courtship with Buster has been the subject of much gossip in Freeport, and I will not be able to hide from George for very long.</p><p></p><p>Captain’s Log</p><p>9.11.1001</p><p>It looks as though we will have a new addition to our crew in Fourthmonth. George was very happy to see me, and concedes that Buster Wallace is a much finer match than Biff Kelly. He was more than a bit surprised to see what a strong woman I have become in my absence, and when he learned that I am the captain and co-owner of a ship, he nearly lost his senses!</p><p>He is soon to learn the arts of sailing and swordsmanship, and I believe he will be a fine addition to the crew. </p><p>Although I am glad to have him accept me as I am and become a friend as well as my brother, I cannot help but doubt his intentions. I have hired Tavaari to keep an eye on him and monitor his correspondence while we are in Freeport. He knows that I am well-connected in the city, so I doubt he is stupid enough to try to betray me, but a girl can never be too careful.</p><p></p><p>Captain’s Log</p><p>14.3.1002</p><p>It has been good to spend time with Bronson and Tavaari during my time in Freeport. Last night, the ale flowed freely. A local bard even sang some of Nate’s songs recounting our adventures- The Captain’s Cannon, the tale of our raid of the Obelisk; and a couple of songs about the beautiful but deadly Devil’s Concubines. Of course, Nate says he got them all wrong, but I was just amazed that tales of our exploits have made it back to Freeport already. </p><p>The joy and freedom I felt last night has come far too infrequently in Freeport. Too much of my time here has been spent being a proper lady. Buster has asked for my hand, but it would not be a good result for either of us. I believe that I was not meant to be domesticated by any man. I do love Buster, but I cannot expect him to give me the freedom I desire if I accept his proposal. I cannot be the wife he deserves. With genuine regret, I must break with him. I’m sure I will forget him as the first wave crashes against our bow.</p><p></p><p>Captain’s Log</p><p>8.4.1002</p><p>We are on our way to Drost, a human outpost in the heathen waters to the south of Freeport. We plan to hit as many Orcish and Lizardman vessels as possible on the way. The waters are littered with them, and they are ripe for the taking. The crew has been most loyal. Most of them are back aboard the Albers, and they are eager to see action again. As for me, I am eager to see how George fares in battle. If he is as good with a sword as he is at gambling, he should do well. He’s taken a fair amount of Nate’s money, and the two seem to get along quite well. I am pleased to have him along.</p><p></p><p>Captain’s Log</p><p>14.5.1002 </p><p>Heathen schmeathen!</p><p>These smallish vessels have proven far too easy targets for the Albers. We have amassed quite the haul and will soon be arriving in Drost to sell our cargo. I do fear, however, that George hasn’t the stomach for pirating. He has told me that he will not be continuing with the Albers after we reach Drost. I must admit, I am sorry to see him go.</p><p>Captain’s Log</p><p>22.5.1002</p><p>Finally, a moment to relax! We have arrived in Drost, and much of the crew is on leave until next moon. They have earned it. The last of the take has been distributed, and I finally have time for a drink. I am staying at a cozy inn near the docks called</p><p></p><p>Captain’s Log</p><p>23.5.1002</p><p>I have no boat!</p><p>Nate fetched me last eve after returning to the Albers for a routine check. Upon his arrival at the dock, he found no Albers, only Dert and Old Pete nursing bruises on the pier. The Albers has been confiscated by the navy and the crew on board jailed. Nate is rounding up the crew on shore leave while George and I work on a plan to get the Albers back. We have discovered that Captain Munch is on a privateer commission targeting pirate vessels in the area. He has claimed the Albers as his own personal prize. Blast you, Captain Munch!!!</p><p></p><p>Captain’s Log</p><p>24.5.1002</p><p>Our plan to win back the Albers begins at dusk this evening. George has discovered that Captain Munch is an inveterate gambler, so he is going to attempt to try to win back the Albers in a card game. Meanwhile, the girls and I will accompany Nate to the jail in an attempt to free our imprisoned crew. It’s a long shot, but we’d rather die than allow that fat, old naval captain to leave port with our beloved ship!</p><p></p><p>Captain’s Log</p><p>25.5.1002</p><p>My crew is safely back aboard the Albers!</p><p>Nate and I arrived at the jail just after nightfall. The girls and I attempted to use our wiles to distract the guards while Nate went in and freed our crew, but the guards were somehow able to resist our advances. However, when that failed, Nate was able to convince them with song. The guards left the cells unlocked and unattended, and we slipped in and freed all of the prisoners, not just our crew. This incited a riot in town, but the authorities remained unaware until after George had won back the Albers. While the navy attempted to suppress the riot of escaped prisoners, we were able to slip aboard our ship and make our escape. It was brilliant; however, I have asked Nate not to commemorate it in song, as it seems the Captain’s Cannon is what fueled Munch’s hatred for the Albers in the first place.</p><p></p><p>Captain’s Log</p><p>8.7.1002</p><p>We returned to Selba for a short rest and to drop off George. Selba seems to be as good a place as any for my brother to make his life as a gambler. </p><p></p><p>Captain’s Log</p><p>14.7.1002</p><p>We arrived six days ago, and we have been celebrating our daring rescue of the Albers and escape from Munch ever since. The other night, after Nate sang a rousing round of She’s Only Bloody Cate Once A Month, we heard word of a cruel pirate who had kidnapped one of the local prostitutes at the Salty Dog. Her name was Mirna, and the pirate went by Dirty Steve. The description of his vessel indeed matched that of the Red Lady. Niffie and I have spent a great deal of time with the prostitutes over at the Salty Dog to try to determine where they went. We mostly heard reports that the crew of the Red Lady had been smelly and abusive, but one of the girls told us that she had heard they were headed for Glantri. She referred us to Mirna’s brother, and told us that they left only one day before our arrival. </p><p></p><p>Captain’s Log</p><p>22.7.1002</p><p>We are en route to Glantri in search of the Red Lady and Dirty Steve. We have lost Pansy, who stayed behind in Selba with George, and we have gained Mirna’s brother, Davey. He’d like Steve’s head as much as I would.</p><p></p><p>Captain’s Log</p><p>9.8.1002</p><p>We’ve had a successful raid or two since leaving Selba, but not much in the way of rations, so we stopped at a small island called Morin to restock our stores. Many of the merchants’ stock, however, had been plundered only three days earlier by the Red Lady. We’re making ground on them!</p><p></p><p>Captain’s Log</p><p>18.9.1002</p><p>Our stop in the City provided some interesting information. There was a letter waiting for me at the Red Parrot. Buster has offered his hand to Margaret Roth. They are most certainly wed by now. I mustn’t dwell on that, though. We also received word that the Red Lady departed only one day before our arrival. Dirty Steve is so close, I can smell him!</p><p></p><p>Captain’s Log</p><p>21.10.1002</p><p>Only four days’ journey from Glantri, and an early hurricane forced us ashore on the gnomish island of Ingalgete! Our hopes of catching Dirty Steve have been dashed, but this should make for an interesting rainy season.</p><p></p><p>Captain’s Log</p><p>19.11.1002</p><p>These gnomish boys know how to treat a lady! They’ve showered gifts on me and the other girls since our arrival. One of them has even placed an enchantment on my sabre. Of course, if any of them actually got their hands on me, I doubt they’d know what to do with me.</p><p></p><p>Captain’s Log</p><p>20.12.1002</p><p>Nate and I spent the night in the cemetery in honor of Aster’s holy day. Between us, we drank a quart of rum, and at midnight, we raised our glasses to Bronson. I hope that all goes well with him.</p><p>On these rainy nights, my thoughts often return to Freeport and those we left behind.</p><p></p><p>Captain’s Log</p><p>16.2.1003</p><p>The weather has cleared for a few days, but we dare not leave. The shores here are rocky, and the slightest squall could mean the end of the Albers.</p><p></p><p>Captain’s Log</p><p>13.4.1003</p><p>A gnomish bard by the name of Gleep thought it would be funny to convince Dert that I was secretly in love with him. He crept into my room late last night and feebly attempted to seduce me. We gave him 5 lashes and sent him to bed.</p><p></p><p>Captain’s Log</p><p>29.4.1003</p><p>The rainy season nears its end, and although we’ve had some good times, I am glad to be rid of this place. Nate has acquired a treasure map. We have not given up on finding Dirty Steve and the Red Lady, but there is no way of knowing where is by now. His ship is better equipped to handle poor weather, so it is anyone’s guess where the sea has taken him.</p><p></p><p>Captain’s Log</p><p>8.5.1003</p><p>Nate’s map has led us to a small island six day’s journey southwest of Glantri. We go ashore at first light.</p><p></p><p>Captain’s Log</p><p>10.5.1003</p><p>What folly! When we arrived at the treasure site, an ambush awaited us. Apparently, the treasure was entirely fictional. It was the ill-conceived plot of Fenster and Bung, the gnomes Nate had acquired the map from. Had they not seen our crew? Had they not heard our tales? Had they not surmised our skills? There were about a dozen of them. It was a massacre, but else were we to do? Nate was visibly shaken after the battle. He killed Fenster and Bung himself. Clearly, he felt betrayed. We made no protest when he insisted on keeping their personal items for himself. </p><p></p><p>Captain’s Log</p><p>17.5.1003</p><p>The Western seas have brought little joy and less treasure. We have heard only tales of fair Atlantis. We seek our fortune, now, to the East.</p><p></p><p>Captain’s Log</p><p>23.6.1003</p><p>After a short rest in The City, we continue our journey eastward. On our way here, we encountered few vessels, and were unable to amass much in the way of treasure. As we restocked our supplies, our stores of gold were much depleted. Hopefully, our luck will soon change for the better. </p><p>I sent a letter to Buster while in The City. I meant only to congratulate him on his nuptials, but it was difficult to betray my true feelings. I hope he is happy.</p><p>We lit a candle for Aster the other night, but Dert knocked it over and nearly burned the upper decks. We gave him five lashes and sent him to bed.</p><p></p><p>Captain’s Log</p><p>4.7.1003</p><p>Finally, a raid worth noting! We took the Sea Urchin shortly after dusk last night. The girls showed true courage as the crew put up quite a fight, but we were able to take them. The vessel held great stores of exotic spices and beads. These should fetch a fair price at our next port.</p><p></p><p>Captain’s Log</p><p>3.8.1003</p><p>We stopped in at Selba to visit with George and Pansy. George is doing well as a gambler, and Pansy is with child! They were married just one month ago, so now I finally have a sister. </p><p></p><p>Captain’s Log</p><p>17.8.1003</p><p> The merchant vessels’ stores become richer and richer as we draw nearer our destination. Still, I am dissatisfied. It seems that nothing good in this life is meant to last.</p><p></p><p>Captain’s Log</p><p>30.8.1003</p><p>Tomorrow, we should reach Skullytown on the Isle of Sin. I am anxious to see what price we fetch for the huge crate of monkeys we acquired during our last raid.</p><p></p><p>Captain’s Log</p><p>2.9.1003</p><p>Dert accidentally dropped his corner of the monkey crate and set the monkeys free at the dock. So much for my fortune in monkeys!</p><p>Skullytown, on the other hand, has been quite a nice change from the increasingly dreary mood aboard the Albers. Nate’s songs regaling our adventures have reached farther than I could have imagined, and the depravity here is just what I needed. Thank the gods for wanton decadence!</p><p></p><p>Captain’s Log</p><p>17.9.1003</p><p>We have arrived in Aasla, the greatest port city in the Empire of Atlantis. It is far more beautiful than I ever could have imagined. Towers abound, nearly touching the sky. The crew is settling in to enjoy several weeks of fair weather before the rainy season settles in. </p><p></p><p>Captain’s Log</p><p>20.9.1003</p><p>I have discovered that Buster is here on business. I hesitate to approach him. I do not wish to upset his new life with Margaret.</p><p></p><p>Captain’s Log</p><p>22.9.1003</p><p>I have received a letter from Buster. He insists on meeting with me privately. I am to expect him late this evening.</p><p></p><p>Captain’s Log</p><p>13.10.1003</p><p>I have been meeting with Buster secretly. It seems that his marriage to Margaret was a marriage of convenience to satisfy both of their mothers. Neither of their hearts are in it. I pity his situation, but at least I am able to bring him some happiness.</p><p></p><p>Captain’s Log</p><p>16.11.1003</p><p>We have received word from Bronson that his temple will near completion toward the conclusion of the rainy season. We will return to see his progress as soon as possible. I have mixed emotions about leaving this place. I look forward to reuniting with Bronson and Tavaari, but my time here has been magical for many reasons.</p><p></p><p>Captain’s Log</p><p>13.12.1003</p><p>Nate has grown distant, and there is growing unrest between the girls. They will not tell me what has transpired to upset their friendship.</p><p></p><p>Captain’s Log</p><p>27.1.1004</p><p>Nate is insisting that we leave Atlantis immediately. I have tried to explain the dangers this would present, but he is insistent. He is being entirely unreasonable. I fear he may be ill.</p><p></p><p>Captain’s Log</p><p>30.1.1004</p><p>I have learned the reason for Nate’s distress. The harbormaster’s daughter, Sharla, is no longer able to hide her pregnancy. She claims that Nate is the father of her unborn child.</p><p>This is not good. Of course, Nate insists that the child is not his.</p><p></p><p>Captain’s Log</p><p>16.2.1004</p><p>This morning, I found Nate drunk and naked in the gutter outside the Thirsty Moose. The harbormaster has insisted that he marry Sharla upon the birth of the child. Nate does not seem to be handling this very well. I must admit, however, that the girl’s belly is far larger than would be expected for her time. Perhaps she is having twins.</p><p></p><p>Captain’s Log</p><p>29.3.1004</p><p>Sharla has given birth. Fortunately, it is obvious that the child is a half-orc. The weather seems to be letting up a bit, and we depart in one week. For all of our troubles, it will be difficult to say goodbye to the place.</p></blockquote><p></p>
[QUOTE="Morrow, post: 2778663, member: 301"] [b]The Captain's Log of the Albers (Courtesy of Sully)[/b] Captain’s Log 27.1.1001 The Albers has proven her mettle amidst harsher seas than I would have chosen for her, and I am pleased. The girls, on the other hand, have not been so pleased as I. Niffie has been eager to learn, but Pansy is rather focused on the correlation between the weather and the frizziness of her hair. For the most part, however, this crew has proven as sea-worthy as the vessel that carries it- a bit worse for wear, but eager to please. Soon, we should be arriving in Nithia, where we can wait out the remainder of the rainy season in peace. Captain’s Log 13.4.1001 Our time in Nithia has been well-spent, mostly on training and research, but we all look forward to returning to life at sea. Roz and Niffie have excelled in their combat training, but Pansy and Stacia seem more suited to my social training. In fact, Stacia has assumed the moniker Jugs. Indeed, the name is apt. Under my guidance, Jugs and Pansy have been able to learn much of the ships that will soon be leaving port as well as their destinations and cargo. Meanwhile, Nate has used his shore leave to teach Dert to play the fiddle. I’m sure that’ll come in handy… Captain’s Log 4.5.1001 Blast the Pint and a Half! The crew is greatly discouraged after a disastrous raid of the small merchant vessel, the Pint and a Half. It seems the Albers is ill-equipped to arouse much fear in the hearts of our victims. We are not ready to give up, but this decrease in morale will not likely lead us to victory. My girls have shown great courage, but the men Buster provided are merely seamen without great talent in battle. It seems more training is in order. Perhaps my girls can help me to train them in combat, and perhaps we can do something about their morale as well. Captain’s Log 27.5.1001 It is apparent that we will need to fortify the Albers before we attempt another raid. Despite the meticulous training of Buster’s seamen, we were unable to take even the smallest of merchant ships, Peache’s Pride. We just do not have the necessary armaments for pirating. We are now returning to Nithia to do something about that. Nate and I have devised a plan to acquire some cannons. Hopefully, we will fare better in that endeavor than we have in our last two raids. Captain’s Log 12.6.1001 We arrived in Nithia under the cover of darkness last night. Just as we had hoped, the naval vessel, the Obelisk, was still in port. Nate had some knowledge of the ship and its captain, Phineas Munch, an overweight pompous career naval captain he remembered from his youth. The port is considered safe, so the crew was ashore on leave, only a skeleton crew aboard to guard the Obelisk. Nate snuck Dert on board, and he drugged the grog. Arround that time, 5 very thirsty gals showed up on the dock. The guards were more than happy to oblige, leading them onto the boat for a drink. Soon, the guards were out, and the girls and I dragged them below deck. Shortly thereafter, the crew of the Albers arrived to borrow enough cannons and ammunition to arm the Albers. We also helped ourselves to the ship’s stores including rations and a modest amount of coin. The Albers slipped away an hour before sunrise to celebrate their first successful venture. Captain’s Log 23.6.1001 This morning, Old Pete spied a merchant Vessel on the horizon. This was to be the first test of our new arms. The Captain of Sophie’s Choice attempted evasive maneuvers, but surrendered upon our first warning shot. They gave no resistance, so we were glad to leave them with their lives. The take was modest at best. It is clear the ship was en route to Nithia to restock its stores. However, we were able to acquire some fine linens. Dert has proven to be a rather good tailor, and we look forward to seeing what sort of frocks he can produce for us. Pansy has already drawn up some attractive designs that are also well suited to combat. Jugs thinks that we should call ourselves the Vagina Gang, but none of the crew thinks that would be in particularly good taste. Roz has suggested Fox Force Five, and Niffie has suggested The Albers’ Sirens, but I honestly don’t see why we need a name for our party of female fighters. Nate says it will help our infamy grow, especially in song. I suppose to make a name for one’s self, one must first have a name. So be it. We shall be known as the Devil’s Concubines. Captain’s Log 14.7.1001 Sailing North across the Sea of Dawn, we have begun trailing a mid-sized merchant vessel which looks rather promising. Old Pete recognizes it as Rosemary’s Baby. He sought work aboard Baby a few years ago, but Captain Cranston Touchhole turned him away stating that he was far too old and feeble to be of any use aboard his fine ship. Pete told the Captain to take his fine vessel and shove it up his touch-hole but not before he had a look around. It was indeed a lovely ship but not well-equipped to handle attacks. Pete says that Captain Touchhole is just the type to be pompous enough to carry high-value cargo without the proper man-power to protect it. We’re keeping our distance while we work out a plan. Rosemary’s Baby is under-armed, but she is a good ship, and could easily slip away if we are not careful. Captain’s Log 17.7.1001 The morning dawned with our distress flag raised. It was not long before Rosemary’s Baby turned and came to our aid. Captain Touchhole presented a generous offer to rescue the women and cargo, but I graciously declined and responded with a cannonball through his hull. Baby’s crew did not respond well to our gift and charged onto our main deck, but my crew was ready. Touchhole’s men were quickly dispatched by my skilled men and women. The captain pleaded for his life, but I had no mercy for the man who ordered his crew aboard my ship. He knelt on my deck with tears in his eyes. His last words were, “At least let me die at the hands of a man.” I spilled his innards across the deck with a flash of my sabre. I instructed my crew to board Rosemary’s Baby and take as much cargo as they could carry. The cargo mainly consisted of great casks of Atlantean rum and wine. Touchhole’s chambers revealed an abundance of maps charting much of the eastern sea along with a chest of gold and silver. In his armoire, I found mithril armor (glad he wasn’t wearing it) and his mistress, Miranda. Not surprisingly, she was glad to be rid of Touchhole. Miranda’s father had lost her to Touchhole in a game of poker some months earlier, and she was eager to join our crew. She told me that the mithril shirt was magical and presented it to me with relish. I rewarded her by giving her my own armor in exchange and vowing to teach her to defend herself. Captain’s Log 18.7.1001 Last night’s victory celebration got a bit out of hand. The wine and rum flowed freely, and Nate composed a rousing tune in commemoration. In the boisterous jubilation, the crew accidentally threw a roughneck named Bull overboard, but Roz quickly jumped ship and saved him. The crew has taken to calling me Bloody Cate. They mean it as a term of endearment, but I know that it is because of my merciless behavior yesterday. I have considered trying harder to control my temper, but had the roles been reversed, Touchhole would have had no mercy for me, and so if I must leave bloodied bodies in my wake to make my way in this world, that is what I will do. We travel now to Selba, to the east, where we can sell off much of our stores and make room for further conquests. Captain’s Log 1.8.1001 Last night, Dert got into the rum again. He spent the greater portion of the evening stomping around the Albers insisting that he was a dragon. We gave him five lashes and sent him to bed. Captain’s Log 18.9.1001 Our time in Selba has been largely uneventful. We got a fair price for the remaining Atlantean rum and wine, but Nate lost most of his share in the gambling dens. He was able to make some of his money back singing of our victories in the pubs near the docks. We depart now for Freeport to return to our friends and exchange stories of our adventures. Captain’s Log 8.10.1001 Our arrival in Freeport was greatly anticipated. I was relieved to see Buster waiting for me at the dock, and the girls were all happy to be reunited with their families. Of course, we all wore our best, and made it seem that the Albers’ travels had been entirely respectable. The men will take turns performing guard duties during our stay here. Many of them have nowhere else to go. The Albers is their home. Niffie has invited me to stay with her family, and Nate is staying with Bronson. Most likely, we will not depart until the fourth month of next year, when much of the rainy season has all but passed. Captain’s Log 5.11.1001 This year’s Swagfest has brought good news of my brothers! Ben and Dirk have long since departed Freeport in hopes of finding me elsewhere. George is still here, and Tavaari tells us that he was glad to see the others go and has given up on bringing me home to Biff. Still, I am a bit wary of meeting with him, but this is very good news. My courtship with Buster has been the subject of much gossip in Freeport, and I will not be able to hide from George for very long. Captain’s Log 9.11.1001 It looks as though we will have a new addition to our crew in Fourthmonth. George was very happy to see me, and concedes that Buster Wallace is a much finer match than Biff Kelly. He was more than a bit surprised to see what a strong woman I have become in my absence, and when he learned that I am the captain and co-owner of a ship, he nearly lost his senses! He is soon to learn the arts of sailing and swordsmanship, and I believe he will be a fine addition to the crew. Although I am glad to have him accept me as I am and become a friend as well as my brother, I cannot help but doubt his intentions. I have hired Tavaari to keep an eye on him and monitor his correspondence while we are in Freeport. He knows that I am well-connected in the city, so I doubt he is stupid enough to try to betray me, but a girl can never be too careful. Captain’s Log 14.3.1002 It has been good to spend time with Bronson and Tavaari during my time in Freeport. Last night, the ale flowed freely. A local bard even sang some of Nate’s songs recounting our adventures- The Captain’s Cannon, the tale of our raid of the Obelisk; and a couple of songs about the beautiful but deadly Devil’s Concubines. Of course, Nate says he got them all wrong, but I was just amazed that tales of our exploits have made it back to Freeport already. The joy and freedom I felt last night has come far too infrequently in Freeport. Too much of my time here has been spent being a proper lady. Buster has asked for my hand, but it would not be a good result for either of us. I believe that I was not meant to be domesticated by any man. I do love Buster, but I cannot expect him to give me the freedom I desire if I accept his proposal. I cannot be the wife he deserves. With genuine regret, I must break with him. I’m sure I will forget him as the first wave crashes against our bow. Captain’s Log 8.4.1002 We are on our way to Drost, a human outpost in the heathen waters to the south of Freeport. We plan to hit as many Orcish and Lizardman vessels as possible on the way. The waters are littered with them, and they are ripe for the taking. The crew has been most loyal. Most of them are back aboard the Albers, and they are eager to see action again. As for me, I am eager to see how George fares in battle. If he is as good with a sword as he is at gambling, he should do well. He’s taken a fair amount of Nate’s money, and the two seem to get along quite well. I am pleased to have him along. Captain’s Log 14.5.1002 Heathen schmeathen! These smallish vessels have proven far too easy targets for the Albers. We have amassed quite the haul and will soon be arriving in Drost to sell our cargo. I do fear, however, that George hasn’t the stomach for pirating. He has told me that he will not be continuing with the Albers after we reach Drost. I must admit, I am sorry to see him go. Captain’s Log 22.5.1002 Finally, a moment to relax! We have arrived in Drost, and much of the crew is on leave until next moon. They have earned it. The last of the take has been distributed, and I finally have time for a drink. I am staying at a cozy inn near the docks called Captain’s Log 23.5.1002 I have no boat! Nate fetched me last eve after returning to the Albers for a routine check. Upon his arrival at the dock, he found no Albers, only Dert and Old Pete nursing bruises on the pier. The Albers has been confiscated by the navy and the crew on board jailed. Nate is rounding up the crew on shore leave while George and I work on a plan to get the Albers back. We have discovered that Captain Munch is on a privateer commission targeting pirate vessels in the area. He has claimed the Albers as his own personal prize. Blast you, Captain Munch!!! Captain’s Log 24.5.1002 Our plan to win back the Albers begins at dusk this evening. George has discovered that Captain Munch is an inveterate gambler, so he is going to attempt to try to win back the Albers in a card game. Meanwhile, the girls and I will accompany Nate to the jail in an attempt to free our imprisoned crew. It’s a long shot, but we’d rather die than allow that fat, old naval captain to leave port with our beloved ship! Captain’s Log 25.5.1002 My crew is safely back aboard the Albers! Nate and I arrived at the jail just after nightfall. The girls and I attempted to use our wiles to distract the guards while Nate went in and freed our crew, but the guards were somehow able to resist our advances. However, when that failed, Nate was able to convince them with song. The guards left the cells unlocked and unattended, and we slipped in and freed all of the prisoners, not just our crew. This incited a riot in town, but the authorities remained unaware until after George had won back the Albers. While the navy attempted to suppress the riot of escaped prisoners, we were able to slip aboard our ship and make our escape. It was brilliant; however, I have asked Nate not to commemorate it in song, as it seems the Captain’s Cannon is what fueled Munch’s hatred for the Albers in the first place. Captain’s Log 8.7.1002 We returned to Selba for a short rest and to drop off George. Selba seems to be as good a place as any for my brother to make his life as a gambler. Captain’s Log 14.7.1002 We arrived six days ago, and we have been celebrating our daring rescue of the Albers and escape from Munch ever since. The other night, after Nate sang a rousing round of She’s Only Bloody Cate Once A Month, we heard word of a cruel pirate who had kidnapped one of the local prostitutes at the Salty Dog. Her name was Mirna, and the pirate went by Dirty Steve. The description of his vessel indeed matched that of the Red Lady. Niffie and I have spent a great deal of time with the prostitutes over at the Salty Dog to try to determine where they went. We mostly heard reports that the crew of the Red Lady had been smelly and abusive, but one of the girls told us that she had heard they were headed for Glantri. She referred us to Mirna’s brother, and told us that they left only one day before our arrival. Captain’s Log 22.7.1002 We are en route to Glantri in search of the Red Lady and Dirty Steve. We have lost Pansy, who stayed behind in Selba with George, and we have gained Mirna’s brother, Davey. He’d like Steve’s head as much as I would. Captain’s Log 9.8.1002 We’ve had a successful raid or two since leaving Selba, but not much in the way of rations, so we stopped at a small island called Morin to restock our stores. Many of the merchants’ stock, however, had been plundered only three days earlier by the Red Lady. We’re making ground on them! Captain’s Log 18.9.1002 Our stop in the City provided some interesting information. There was a letter waiting for me at the Red Parrot. Buster has offered his hand to Margaret Roth. They are most certainly wed by now. I mustn’t dwell on that, though. We also received word that the Red Lady departed only one day before our arrival. Dirty Steve is so close, I can smell him! Captain’s Log 21.10.1002 Only four days’ journey from Glantri, and an early hurricane forced us ashore on the gnomish island of Ingalgete! Our hopes of catching Dirty Steve have been dashed, but this should make for an interesting rainy season. Captain’s Log 19.11.1002 These gnomish boys know how to treat a lady! They’ve showered gifts on me and the other girls since our arrival. One of them has even placed an enchantment on my sabre. Of course, if any of them actually got their hands on me, I doubt they’d know what to do with me. Captain’s Log 20.12.1002 Nate and I spent the night in the cemetery in honor of Aster’s holy day. Between us, we drank a quart of rum, and at midnight, we raised our glasses to Bronson. I hope that all goes well with him. On these rainy nights, my thoughts often return to Freeport and those we left behind. Captain’s Log 16.2.1003 The weather has cleared for a few days, but we dare not leave. The shores here are rocky, and the slightest squall could mean the end of the Albers. Captain’s Log 13.4.1003 A gnomish bard by the name of Gleep thought it would be funny to convince Dert that I was secretly in love with him. He crept into my room late last night and feebly attempted to seduce me. We gave him 5 lashes and sent him to bed. Captain’s Log 29.4.1003 The rainy season nears its end, and although we’ve had some good times, I am glad to be rid of this place. Nate has acquired a treasure map. We have not given up on finding Dirty Steve and the Red Lady, but there is no way of knowing where is by now. His ship is better equipped to handle poor weather, so it is anyone’s guess where the sea has taken him. Captain’s Log 8.5.1003 Nate’s map has led us to a small island six day’s journey southwest of Glantri. We go ashore at first light. Captain’s Log 10.5.1003 What folly! When we arrived at the treasure site, an ambush awaited us. Apparently, the treasure was entirely fictional. It was the ill-conceived plot of Fenster and Bung, the gnomes Nate had acquired the map from. Had they not seen our crew? Had they not heard our tales? Had they not surmised our skills? There were about a dozen of them. It was a massacre, but else were we to do? Nate was visibly shaken after the battle. He killed Fenster and Bung himself. Clearly, he felt betrayed. We made no protest when he insisted on keeping their personal items for himself. Captain’s Log 17.5.1003 The Western seas have brought little joy and less treasure. We have heard only tales of fair Atlantis. We seek our fortune, now, to the East. Captain’s Log 23.6.1003 After a short rest in The City, we continue our journey eastward. On our way here, we encountered few vessels, and were unable to amass much in the way of treasure. As we restocked our supplies, our stores of gold were much depleted. Hopefully, our luck will soon change for the better. I sent a letter to Buster while in The City. I meant only to congratulate him on his nuptials, but it was difficult to betray my true feelings. I hope he is happy. We lit a candle for Aster the other night, but Dert knocked it over and nearly burned the upper decks. We gave him five lashes and sent him to bed. Captain’s Log 4.7.1003 Finally, a raid worth noting! We took the Sea Urchin shortly after dusk last night. The girls showed true courage as the crew put up quite a fight, but we were able to take them. The vessel held great stores of exotic spices and beads. These should fetch a fair price at our next port. Captain’s Log 3.8.1003 We stopped in at Selba to visit with George and Pansy. George is doing well as a gambler, and Pansy is with child! They were married just one month ago, so now I finally have a sister. Captain’s Log 17.8.1003 The merchant vessels’ stores become richer and richer as we draw nearer our destination. Still, I am dissatisfied. It seems that nothing good in this life is meant to last. Captain’s Log 30.8.1003 Tomorrow, we should reach Skullytown on the Isle of Sin. I am anxious to see what price we fetch for the huge crate of monkeys we acquired during our last raid. Captain’s Log 2.9.1003 Dert accidentally dropped his corner of the monkey crate and set the monkeys free at the dock. So much for my fortune in monkeys! Skullytown, on the other hand, has been quite a nice change from the increasingly dreary mood aboard the Albers. Nate’s songs regaling our adventures have reached farther than I could have imagined, and the depravity here is just what I needed. Thank the gods for wanton decadence! Captain’s Log 17.9.1003 We have arrived in Aasla, the greatest port city in the Empire of Atlantis. It is far more beautiful than I ever could have imagined. Towers abound, nearly touching the sky. The crew is settling in to enjoy several weeks of fair weather before the rainy season settles in. Captain’s Log 20.9.1003 I have discovered that Buster is here on business. I hesitate to approach him. I do not wish to upset his new life with Margaret. Captain’s Log 22.9.1003 I have received a letter from Buster. He insists on meeting with me privately. I am to expect him late this evening. Captain’s Log 13.10.1003 I have been meeting with Buster secretly. It seems that his marriage to Margaret was a marriage of convenience to satisfy both of their mothers. Neither of their hearts are in it. I pity his situation, but at least I am able to bring him some happiness. Captain’s Log 16.11.1003 We have received word from Bronson that his temple will near completion toward the conclusion of the rainy season. We will return to see his progress as soon as possible. I have mixed emotions about leaving this place. I look forward to reuniting with Bronson and Tavaari, but my time here has been magical for many reasons. Captain’s Log 13.12.1003 Nate has grown distant, and there is growing unrest between the girls. They will not tell me what has transpired to upset their friendship. Captain’s Log 27.1.1004 Nate is insisting that we leave Atlantis immediately. I have tried to explain the dangers this would present, but he is insistent. He is being entirely unreasonable. I fear he may be ill. Captain’s Log 30.1.1004 I have learned the reason for Nate’s distress. The harbormaster’s daughter, Sharla, is no longer able to hide her pregnancy. She claims that Nate is the father of her unborn child. This is not good. Of course, Nate insists that the child is not his. Captain’s Log 16.2.1004 This morning, I found Nate drunk and naked in the gutter outside the Thirsty Moose. The harbormaster has insisted that he marry Sharla upon the birth of the child. Nate does not seem to be handling this very well. I must admit, however, that the girl’s belly is far larger than would be expected for her time. Perhaps she is having twins. Captain’s Log 29.3.1004 Sharla has given birth. Fortunately, it is obvious that the child is a half-orc. The weather seems to be letting up a bit, and we depart in one week. For all of our troubles, it will be difficult to say goodbye to the place. [/QUOTE]
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