I drew up a new custom design for the Sirius’ Jolly Rogers. The Captain seemed excited about it! But now I must figure out a way to stitch it into the actual flag…
What are the chances of coming across such a small vessel drifting at sea in the dead of night? Fate must have played a part, I’m sure. Thank goodness.
Today was a bad day. I messed up, Cyr hurt his foot and lost his temper. He then tried to make up for it, but of course, he didn’t really apologize. He never does.
I always found the Captain’s obsession with having a musician onboard kind of weird. Hearing Rhein play the guitar tonight, though, I finally understood. Such fun!
Today Rhein surprised everyone with an effective cure for hangover. The Captain seems quite smitten—small wonder. Talk about catering to his needs!
That chess set in the Captain’s quarters… I don’t know the first thing about the game, nor why the pieces haven’t moved in years, but… It always makes me wonder.
It’s not every day I get the chance to observe Johan’s revolver close enough to make a decent sketch. It’s so elegant and beautiful, yet emanates such sadness.
I still remember the first time I saw the ship’s plank, when I was brought out of that wretched locked barrel. “Out of the frying pan into the fire,” I thought. Strange times.
During my morning check-up at the sick bay today, Loïc said my lungs are sounding better than ever. Rhein’s treatment is really working! I can’t wait to tell Cyr.
Seeing Bonnet cook up drunken noodles is always a good sign. It’s how he shows approval, even excitement. Something about Rhein must’ve caught his interest!
Johan once mentioned he learnt cartography from a professional mapmaker at the Thalassan library. That sounds incredible. I wish I could do that myself, too.
Whenever we spend the night in Thalassa, I’m struck dumb by Comus the Jester. His costume gets showier every time! I wish I could wear that cap—if only for a minute.
Adherence to the Sirius Code is ostensibly a choice, yet the Captain ensures defiance carries a steep price—as Cyr learned when he was denied his cut of the Marquis’ loot.
I love drawing the sunflowers that grow near Thalassa. Too bad the fields had just been reaped during our last visit, and only one flower was left standing. It was kind of sad.
I never minded tattoos much. Most pirates have them—even Luke sports one on his left buttock (which he has no recollection of getting). This one, though… gives me chills.
Rhein warned me not to touch the plants she got from Thalassa—apparently they are poisonous. I wonder how safe it is to work on them all day, like she does.
Holystoning Luke and Stumpy’s cabin unnerves me. It’s suffocating. And I never know what I’ll find in it—those two have a way of shocking my senses every time.
Today I accomplished the impossible: I actually charted the Frozen Flotilla—entirely! Johan was convinced I could do it. He’s always had such faith in me. I never got it.
Rhein’s adventures on the Core Isle have inspired me to sketch a few icy scenes. I so wish I could actually see such wonders, draw them from observation. Maybe someday.
Boy, I can’t even imagine how scary it must have been for Rhein and Johan to fall down a crack in the ice. I wouldn’t last two minutes in there. They really are amazing.
No matter how long I stare at the elysian blossom, I can’t believe my eyes. I wish I could do a color sketch for once. That ethereal blue glow… Is it magic? It must be!
It’s been three years since I joined the Sirius, yet I still can’t get used to the roar of cannonfire. Or the smell of gunpowder. Or the grime and dust they spread. *sigh*
It’s rare to see Bonnet’s true blade in action. I tend to forget he’s such a skilled fighter, seeing him usually armed with his cleaver and wrestling tuna fishes, instead.
You’d think life at sea would bring its share of beach lounging—yet the only time I smell the shore is during careening. Sun-basking is naught but a fickle dream!
Rhein told me all about her home today—a two-story manor with columns at the entrance! So glamorous. Then again, I wouldn’t trade my family cottage for the world.
They say “the sea is a cruel mistress” (why is it always a “mistress”?!). Hearing about Rhein’s and Bonnet’s escape, I’d say rivers can be just as treacherous—if not more.
Dire situations like the one we faced in Keelika are a bitter reminder of the reality of the life I chose, and how woefully unsuited I am for it. I’m weak, useless. A burden.
Bonnet seems attached to a curious spinning lamp Rhein brought from her home. Odd. He’s never been one to care for material things. What’s so special about it?
A dog aboard! I never thought I’d see the day. He’s still a bit wary of the crew, but this morning we played fetch for a while with one of the adzes. I think he likes me!
Crutches are a must on any ship. Yet, Loïc quit crafting new ones—they always end up broken on someone’s ribs. Good thing wasters are available as stopgaps!
I finally managed to sketch the incredible design of the Captain’s seal. So intricate! I wonder what it means. When I tried asking, he became strangely moody…
Swords are fascinating. Some, like the Captain’s, look splendid and make me feel safe. Others, like Captain Redplume’s, exude cruelty and give me chills.
