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(I'd like to forewarn you on this writing piece. Due to the style of writing and first person perspective, MANY details are missing. This was on purpose because it can only be told from what the character knows and thinks. I'd appreciate feedback!"
Legend
May 4th, 1731:
This is the first of what will be many journals kept throughout our journey. My name is Captain Aaron Shauna. I’m the captain of the ship “Hestia”, and I’m damn good at it. Some say 19 years is still too young to be the captain of a crew, I don’t care, I know what I’m doing. I’d like to see someone else do my job. My crew and I have been hired by the local merchants to transport their goods across the vast ocean for trade with the country Bergwood. It’s a weird pronunciation for that country, seeing as you must roll the “R”. We’ve also been entrusted by the government to get the Mayor, his wife, and their son to Aincrad, a neighboring Country. It’s going to take my crew and I a good day or so to load all this cargo and make appropriate accommodations for the Mayor and others.
I can hear a scuffle amongst my crew off in the distance, I’d better go settle this before it gets out of hand.
~Captain Aaron
May 10th, 1731:
We’ve loaded the cargo and family with minimal issues, due to it being just the beginning of our long journey I’ve yet to have time to sit and write. The first few days of our journey were full of adjusting course and dealing with the higher ups. The mayor is a jolly old chap, while his wife seems to be uptight, I don’t think she means to be rude though. Their son hasn’t said a thing throughout the few days we’ve been at sea though. I’m not sure if he’s just afraid of me or if he’s traumatized by the sea, but I’ve not heard even the slightest peep out of him.
Stock:
Assorted spices: 100 barrels
Assorted cloths: 50 baskets
Cannonballs: 10 large crates per cannon, a captain can never be too wary when carrying such precious cargo.
~Captain Aaron
May 10th, 1731, after moonrise:
We’ve been non stop sailing since we’ve left the docks. The reason for writing same day is because of a strange event, we found a man in the water. He was gasping for breath and flailing in the water when we heaved him aboard. The strange thing was that there was no signs of a wreckage or a battle. Perhaps he was in a life raft that had just recently went under? He wore nothing but a white tunic and trousers, and a peculiar piece of jewelry. This necklace he bore was strange, for it did not appear to have much value considering the material. The necklace looked as if an artist had sculpted a pirate artwork onto a piece of wood and made a quick shilling. Two of my men had brought the man to the sick bay of the ship after I had confiscated this artifact. I shall question him on how he ended up in the ocean upon sunrise, and about his accessory.
~Captain Aaron
May 11th, 1731:
This morning I awoke to yet another crew squabble so of course I had to go settle it immediately, but upon arriving on the scene it soon came to my attention that this was no petty argument. The men were talking in worried voices and pointing overboard and into the water. My first mate Hendricks, a tale black male, made it clear to me that this was something I was in dire need of knowing. I of course obliged and peered over the edge of the ship, and Hendricks was correct. In the water, staring the ship and it’s crew in the face, was a dead whale. Now under normal circumstances this would be expected, but this was far from normal. There was the whale, but no other ships, no pirates, nothing. It was just the whale and ourselves. Furthermore, the whale carcass was only half a whale carcass. The rear end of the whale was missing, it looked as though something had ripped the poor sap clean in half. The organs of this creature were idly floating alongside it as it lay there, dead as yesterday’s sins. What could’ve done this? Nothing I know of can so easily tear through the tough flesh of a whale of that proportion. First the shipless castaway, now the whale...something isn’t sitting right in my gut. Perhaps the castaway could know something about it. I must find out what he knows.
~Captain Aaron
May 11th, 1731, midday:
As foretold I went off to question the man, but he claimed to know nothing of such beasts in these waters. Throughout my questioning, the man seemed to be in a panic. I later learned that this man was abandoned by his comrades while they were sailing back home. He said they looked at him in complete fear before throwing him overboard. A dishonorable way to go, an even worse way to kill a man. At last I questioned him about the necklace. Upon asking, the man immediately had a look of terror on his face. I hit the golden question. I asked again what it was. The man replied that it was a curse and should be cast into the ocean for eternity. This only fueled my interest in such a thing. I shall be holding on to it for a while yet, maybe even give it to the mayor’s kid, he may enjoy it…
~Captain Aaron
May 26th, 1731:
Two weeks have gone by without anymore signs of trouble or danger. It seems that poor man was wrong about the medallion. Earlier this week he was screaming and begging to be taken off the ship due to my keeping of the amulet. Eventually we gagged him and locked him in the brig, he was far too distracting for the crew to operate. We’ve stopped to restock supplies twice and have successfully dropped off the mayor and his family. As for the mayor’s son, he didn’t want the trinket. A shame, it would’ve been nice to have had a conversation with the lad.
Whilst we’ve yet to see a threat, I can’t help but feel we’re in danger…
~Captain Aaron
May 28th, 1731:
This day has had a slightly off feeling. I keep feeling as though we’re being followed by something, yet we can see nothing for knots. Not long after midday, I swear on Davy Jones’ locker I saw a large creature off yonder. I fear for the crew’s safety and my own. I guess we were lucky to have dropped off the mayor’s family. If we hadn’t, I fear the worst may have happened to them. They may need to find another way home after all.
May 28th, 1731, late night:
There is something terribly wrong, when one of the crew went to feed the castaway, he was dead. None of us know how this happened seeing as the man was healthy and eating up to this night. We must make haste, I can’t stand to be on this damned ship any longer.
May 29th, 1731:
As I write this last entry, I am sitting on the land of an island unknown. As for how I ended up here, well…
I awoke this morning to find that I was correct, we were indeed under attack. I raced out to the deck to see the opponent, and to my horror, there were large tentacles constricting the galleon. My men were all stabbing at the beast with swords, axes, knives, forks, anything they could. I ordered them all to stop and ready the cannons...this was no longer a cargo trip, this had become the fight of our lives as quick as it took a man to blink. Immediately, the men who were still alive and well set ten of our twenty cannons to face the beast in the waters, while the other ten were to fire at it’s tentacles. I had planned for the men to fire the cannons at the body first, and once the beast was struck, fire at the tentacles to prevent it from dragging the ship down. The plan worked, we hit the beast directly, then took off one of the tentacles. During the thrashing of the beast, it had collided heavily into Hestia, sending most of our ammunition down into the murky depths of what could very well be our grave. In a panicked rush, I grabbed that damned amulet and told the men to drop the lifeboats, that beast wouldn’t be gone forever. I quickly explained everything I thought about the amulet. I told them that I think the beast was after this damn trinket, and they prayed to the lord that it was true. They supplied me with one gun, and one bullet. I asked why, but Hendricks replied that I’ll know when the time came and saluted me. As they rowed away, I row the opposite direction in hopes of leading the beast away. Eventually I reached an small island that appeared to be deserted by humankind. As I climb up the beach, I can hear the beasts tortured cries out in the distance, drawing closer. It won’t get me. I won’t let it. This is all because we decided to pick up that DAMN CASTAWAY!!!
As I lay here on the beach, I finally figured out what the gun and bullet were for...one gun, one bullet, one man...It has also dawned on me that I have as a matter of fact heard of this creature before. There was a legend about it once. The beast and it’s treasure. Supposedly, long ago, there was a man that had received a prized family heirloom. That man took it everywhere he went, even on long ocean voyages. One day, the ship had left for a voyage but never arrived at it’s destination.all that was known was that there were no remains of the ship, just the distant roars of a creature close to the last known location of the ship. The legend went something along those lines, but, it’s just a legend.
This damn beast is almost upon me now, and I’m drawing close to my end. One gun, one bullet, one man. If you’ve found this notebook of mine, you had better pray you make it out of here alive. This creature doesn’t stray far from its treasure.
~Captain Aaron
A young man’s eyes widened upon reading those final words. He closed the book and looked towards the skeleton he’d found it upon, an old decaying flintlock pistol to its left, as well as a small hole in the temple of the skull. Quickly, the man walked over to his captain. “Sir! You may want to have a look at this!” the man called, but was quickly shushed. “Not now lad. I’m busy” the captain said, inspecting a small medallion in his right hand. Somewhere off in the distance, the deafening roar of a monster would sound.
Legend~End
Legend
May 4th, 1731:
This is the first of what will be many journals kept throughout our journey. My name is Captain Aaron Shauna. I’m the captain of the ship “Hestia”, and I’m damn good at it. Some say 19 years is still too young to be the captain of a crew, I don’t care, I know what I’m doing. I’d like to see someone else do my job. My crew and I have been hired by the local merchants to transport their goods across the vast ocean for trade with the country Bergwood. It’s a weird pronunciation for that country, seeing as you must roll the “R”. We’ve also been entrusted by the government to get the Mayor, his wife, and their son to Aincrad, a neighboring Country. It’s going to take my crew and I a good day or so to load all this cargo and make appropriate accommodations for the Mayor and others.
I can hear a scuffle amongst my crew off in the distance, I’d better go settle this before it gets out of hand.
~Captain Aaron
May 10th, 1731:
We’ve loaded the cargo and family with minimal issues, due to it being just the beginning of our long journey I’ve yet to have time to sit and write. The first few days of our journey were full of adjusting course and dealing with the higher ups. The mayor is a jolly old chap, while his wife seems to be uptight, I don’t think she means to be rude though. Their son hasn’t said a thing throughout the few days we’ve been at sea though. I’m not sure if he’s just afraid of me or if he’s traumatized by the sea, but I’ve not heard even the slightest peep out of him.
Stock:
Assorted spices: 100 barrels
Assorted cloths: 50 baskets
Cannonballs: 10 large crates per cannon, a captain can never be too wary when carrying such precious cargo.
~Captain Aaron
May 10th, 1731, after moonrise:
We’ve been non stop sailing since we’ve left the docks. The reason for writing same day is because of a strange event, we found a man in the water. He was gasping for breath and flailing in the water when we heaved him aboard. The strange thing was that there was no signs of a wreckage or a battle. Perhaps he was in a life raft that had just recently went under? He wore nothing but a white tunic and trousers, and a peculiar piece of jewelry. This necklace he bore was strange, for it did not appear to have much value considering the material. The necklace looked as if an artist had sculpted a pirate artwork onto a piece of wood and made a quick shilling. Two of my men had brought the man to the sick bay of the ship after I had confiscated this artifact. I shall question him on how he ended up in the ocean upon sunrise, and about his accessory.
~Captain Aaron
May 11th, 1731:
This morning I awoke to yet another crew squabble so of course I had to go settle it immediately, but upon arriving on the scene it soon came to my attention that this was no petty argument. The men were talking in worried voices and pointing overboard and into the water. My first mate Hendricks, a tale black male, made it clear to me that this was something I was in dire need of knowing. I of course obliged and peered over the edge of the ship, and Hendricks was correct. In the water, staring the ship and it’s crew in the face, was a dead whale. Now under normal circumstances this would be expected, but this was far from normal. There was the whale, but no other ships, no pirates, nothing. It was just the whale and ourselves. Furthermore, the whale carcass was only half a whale carcass. The rear end of the whale was missing, it looked as though something had ripped the poor sap clean in half. The organs of this creature were idly floating alongside it as it lay there, dead as yesterday’s sins. What could’ve done this? Nothing I know of can so easily tear through the tough flesh of a whale of that proportion. First the shipless castaway, now the whale...something isn’t sitting right in my gut. Perhaps the castaway could know something about it. I must find out what he knows.
~Captain Aaron
May 11th, 1731, midday:
As foretold I went off to question the man, but he claimed to know nothing of such beasts in these waters. Throughout my questioning, the man seemed to be in a panic. I later learned that this man was abandoned by his comrades while they were sailing back home. He said they looked at him in complete fear before throwing him overboard. A dishonorable way to go, an even worse way to kill a man. At last I questioned him about the necklace. Upon asking, the man immediately had a look of terror on his face. I hit the golden question. I asked again what it was. The man replied that it was a curse and should be cast into the ocean for eternity. This only fueled my interest in such a thing. I shall be holding on to it for a while yet, maybe even give it to the mayor’s kid, he may enjoy it…
~Captain Aaron
May 26th, 1731:
Two weeks have gone by without anymore signs of trouble or danger. It seems that poor man was wrong about the medallion. Earlier this week he was screaming and begging to be taken off the ship due to my keeping of the amulet. Eventually we gagged him and locked him in the brig, he was far too distracting for the crew to operate. We’ve stopped to restock supplies twice and have successfully dropped off the mayor and his family. As for the mayor’s son, he didn’t want the trinket. A shame, it would’ve been nice to have had a conversation with the lad.
Whilst we’ve yet to see a threat, I can’t help but feel we’re in danger…
~Captain Aaron
May 28th, 1731:
This day has had a slightly off feeling. I keep feeling as though we’re being followed by something, yet we can see nothing for knots. Not long after midday, I swear on Davy Jones’ locker I saw a large creature off yonder. I fear for the crew’s safety and my own. I guess we were lucky to have dropped off the mayor’s family. If we hadn’t, I fear the worst may have happened to them. They may need to find another way home after all.
May 28th, 1731, late night:
There is something terribly wrong, when one of the crew went to feed the castaway, he was dead. None of us know how this happened seeing as the man was healthy and eating up to this night. We must make haste, I can’t stand to be on this damned ship any longer.
May 29th, 1731:
As I write this last entry, I am sitting on the land of an island unknown. As for how I ended up here, well…
I awoke this morning to find that I was correct, we were indeed under attack. I raced out to the deck to see the opponent, and to my horror, there were large tentacles constricting the galleon. My men were all stabbing at the beast with swords, axes, knives, forks, anything they could. I ordered them all to stop and ready the cannons...this was no longer a cargo trip, this had become the fight of our lives as quick as it took a man to blink. Immediately, the men who were still alive and well set ten of our twenty cannons to face the beast in the waters, while the other ten were to fire at it’s tentacles. I had planned for the men to fire the cannons at the body first, and once the beast was struck, fire at the tentacles to prevent it from dragging the ship down. The plan worked, we hit the beast directly, then took off one of the tentacles. During the thrashing of the beast, it had collided heavily into Hestia, sending most of our ammunition down into the murky depths of what could very well be our grave. In a panicked rush, I grabbed that damned amulet and told the men to drop the lifeboats, that beast wouldn’t be gone forever. I quickly explained everything I thought about the amulet. I told them that I think the beast was after this damn trinket, and they prayed to the lord that it was true. They supplied me with one gun, and one bullet. I asked why, but Hendricks replied that I’ll know when the time came and saluted me. As they rowed away, I row the opposite direction in hopes of leading the beast away. Eventually I reached an small island that appeared to be deserted by humankind. As I climb up the beach, I can hear the beasts tortured cries out in the distance, drawing closer. It won’t get me. I won’t let it. This is all because we decided to pick up that DAMN CASTAWAY!!!
As I lay here on the beach, I finally figured out what the gun and bullet were for...one gun, one bullet, one man...It has also dawned on me that I have as a matter of fact heard of this creature before. There was a legend about it once. The beast and it’s treasure. Supposedly, long ago, there was a man that had received a prized family heirloom. That man took it everywhere he went, even on long ocean voyages. One day, the ship had left for a voyage but never arrived at it’s destination.all that was known was that there were no remains of the ship, just the distant roars of a creature close to the last known location of the ship. The legend went something along those lines, but, it’s just a legend.
This damn beast is almost upon me now, and I’m drawing close to my end. One gun, one bullet, one man. If you’ve found this notebook of mine, you had better pray you make it out of here alive. This creature doesn’t stray far from its treasure.
~Captain Aaron
A young man’s eyes widened upon reading those final words. He closed the book and looked towards the skeleton he’d found it upon, an old decaying flintlock pistol to its left, as well as a small hole in the temple of the skull. Quickly, the man walked over to his captain. “Sir! You may want to have a look at this!” the man called, but was quickly shushed. “Not now lad. I’m busy” the captain said, inspecting a small medallion in his right hand. Somewhere off in the distance, the deafening roar of a monster would sound.
Legend~End
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