Captain's Log - Johne

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Diese Schriftrolle ist im Schiffswrack der BMV Ararat zu finden:

Beim Eingang

"What have I done... what... I cannot... these vile creatures... I have managed to lock them away within the central cargo hold and I have destroyed the winch assembly needed to remove the cargo hold's cover. I can only hope my efforts to lock away the repair parts will deter any foolish enough to start smashing the supply barrels in an attempt to recover the locker keys... they're all gone now... it is only I now, forever damned to this watery grave... "

Im Captain's Zimmer

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Day before departure...

I grow tired of life on the land. It was been weeks now that the Ararat has been moored in the Port of Trinsic. The Chief Engineer reports repairs to the ship are progressing on time and we shall be set to sail on schedule as I had hoped.

Departure...

Finally! The Ararat set sail at first light, clearing Barrier Island just as Trammel and Felucca sunk below the horizon. Our current itinerary calls for a fourteen day voyage, delivering all manner of spirits to brew pubs throughout Britannia. I am troubled by reports of Silver Johne and his band of marauders terrorizing the Seas. My officers report the crew has been weell prepared to defend the Ararat and her cargo in the event the Ararat comes under attack.

Admittedly, I must thing any man a fool who thinks himself a match for her firepower. None the less I must remain vigilant and depend on my trusted officers to do the same. Officers aboard include

  • Boyd Kirkpatrick, Executive Officer
  • Rogers Cobb, Master at Arms
  • Garrity Samuels, Morale & Supply

Officers report eighty three able bodied souls on board.

Four days later...

It has been four days past since our deparute from Trinsic. Our days have been met with calm seas and good weather. I continue still to receive troubling reports of Silver John surrounding the island of Buccaneer's Den. Given the threat along the normally traveled trade routes I have decided to sail the Ararat further south than normal, planning a course to pass us South of the Serpent's Pillar. While this maneuver may add to the overall length of our voyage I feel it necessary. Officer's report moral is still hight.

One day later...

"The weather has become increasingly ominous over the past tweleve hours. Given our current location in the Southern Latitudes one would expect relatively calm seas and pleasant weather, yet that is not the case. Navigation officer puts the Ararat south of the Isle of Ocllo, yet the weather is what one would expect in the Northern latitudes. Morale officer further reports the crew is becoming uncharacteristically irritable for as soon into our voyage as we are.

Later that evening...

The weather seems to be holding for now. As is customary I dined with my officeres on a meal of salted pork and stewed corn. I was happy to see Garrity was able enough procure a small ration of donuts from Baked Delights befoure our departure, although since then have become a bit tough to the bite. Garrity is a good friend in that regard and a fine officer as well. If not for my years of friendship with him I would be none the wiser to the torment he lives with inside. Event though he is my friend, I have a greater responsibility to the crew of this ship. Given the unfortunate events of the days just before our departure a lesser man would nay be fit for duty at sea, but not Garrity. He is a professional through and through, still I shall keep mind of him closely.

The next morning... Just as the sun peeked from beneath the Horizon the Ararat passed within a short distance of the Serpent's Pillar. It never ceases to amaze, it's coiled facade cutting through the waves. The weather, while unexplainable thus far, continues to hold."

Midday...

"The winds have picked up considerably, although I must admit I welcome the added speed it brings the Ararat. I am told there is an uneasiness amongst the crew with regard to the Serpent's Pillar. An old sailor's myth no doubt, but ask any man worth his salt on the sea and they'll embellish a tail of misfortune and mishap almost always blamed on some way to the pillar. Ireceived a report of a minor fray amongst some of the men regarding one of these myths. Cobb has informed me he dealt with the issue swiftly and it should not be a problem again. Among my officers I have sailed with Rogers the last, yet the high remarks of other Captains allowed my decision to bring him aboard with little hesitatioin. He has proven himself as courageous as the stories say... to thing any man would be brave enough to wrestle a kraken!"

Later that evening...

"The weather is much of what I'd expect given our location, which at last report, had us somewhere in the vicinity of the Western Coast of Ocllo. Winds continue to hold, seas are relatively calm. My head aches with a dull throb. I'm hitting the rack early. EXO Kirkpatrick has night watch.

A full day past, midafternoon...

Something has gone territbly wrong. I was thrown from my rack in the wee hours of yesterday morning by a violent jolting of the ship. When I arrived on deck the helmsman was nowhere to be found, and only Kirpatrick was fighting against a ripping current like none I've seen in all my years a tsea.

Kirpatrick is a fine officer but not worth a damn as a sailor. I am told Kirpatrick was making rounds when he returned to the ship, wildly off course. If I had not seen it with my own eyes I would not believe it... some kind of cortex... a swirkling current with the Ararat loss to its embrace. It wasn't shortly thereafter I was thrown to the deck... what little I can remember, as seems to be the case with most of the crew is sketchy at best. The Ararat, while structurally intact is not fit for sailing. Her hull has been breached and her sails torn. Debris litters all decks. If I didn't know any better I would say we were on the bottom of the Sea itself.

One step off the Arara'ts deck and you find yourself up to the boot cuff in sand... yet I can move and act as if I were standing on Britannia's shores... event the sea creatures appear to move effortlessly around us. our crew has sustained casualties, albeit a minimal loss. All officers are present and accounted for with 72 able bodied souls on board. I am leading a search party after I and the crew have rested and fed. I can see no sun nor the moons from where we are..."

After the search party returns...

"Further inspection of the Ararat shows a massive hull breach and the majority of the keel buried into the sand. Even if there was some hope of rescue, the Ararat is sadly lost. This is a hostile environment no doubt. A dozen crew have since gone missing since I and the search party have returned. Men report bizarre sounds coming from beneath the sand... and the crack of flesh against the Ararat's hull. As far as I can tell there is no means of leaving our unknown tomb. There appears to be some type of water feature just to the South of the Wreck site. I made an attempt to scale the seamount and get atop this feature, but my efforts proved fruitless. Interestingly enough, however, as I recovered from a short fall from the seamount my hand found a most peculiar gem. I quickly pocketed the crystal, knowing full well how the men can get when there may be treasure at stake. When I returned to my quarters I examined this mysterious jewel. It appear to be a multifaceted crystal of unknown origin. It is completely transparent save for a small opacity within the center. Until I can learn more of its nature I shall keep this find to myself."

The next day...

"I find myself growing increasingly dissatisfied with the conduct of my officers. You would think these men have never served under duress! As if they thought life as a sailor, let alone an officer, would be all rum and riches! Ha! No, No... they don't understand. It takes gumption, determination, wits... yes leadership, something they don't have. I knew it all along. Bringing them was a mistake. The crew is getting tireless as well... bunch of yellow bellied fools. Seems there are a number of crustacean like creatures in the area that can be easily bested. Ther meat is quite good.

Some time after that...

Now I've seen it all. Garrity up and started weeping at my feet. Going on an on about that wench he left back in Trinsic. Fool shoul've known when he had a good thing going, but no, had to go and run off with that lass from the Adventurer's Supply and what happened... he's found himself alone! All alone and weeping like a child! Ha! Foolish man! To think I trusted him with my frew. My crew! They're mine, these men look up to me!

A short period later...

Garrity I would expect it from, but Rogers? Oh no Rogers... Rogers the man who battled a kraken with his bare hands... Rogers with the scars to prove it! Oh no, just a fool another fool! Can't follow a simple order. I spotted the men having a ration of the crustacean's meat without my persmission. Could anyone believe such a thing?? Eating MY crustacean meat withouth persmission! An abomination. No, no, Rogers was ordere, yes he was... ordered and disobeyed. Bloody worthless!"

A short persiod after that...

I SHOULD HAVE KNOWN! My trusted an longtime friend Kirkpatrick went yellow bellied like the rest! Thees men don't know what hardship is! I once survived an entire fortnight with nothing but palm fronds and a sack of rotten potatoes until I was rescued from a deserted island! We've been here a couple a days at most! Couple of days! And Kirkpatrick can't be bothered to keep these men in line. Fat lot of good he has done this crew!!

Hours later...

All better now. Nothing but me and my own. Twinkling and shining all are quiet now. Just us. Forever. Just us. They won't get to you, that I can assure you.

The last entry in the series...

Time... time has come time has gone. It will come and go again. Nothing to worry now, they're all gone. Ha ha! Just us, forever. Forever more.

  • The rest of the journal is filled with indiscernible gibberish...*"