Yesterday’s wind’s died down a bit now. We were lucky to get into port when we did.
Th’ cap’n ‘n ’is boys went into town earlier an’ did a bit o’ drinkin’, though it were strictly fer the gatherin’ of information about that Raffles feller. Goin’ drinkin’ to GAIN intelligence. Heh. Crew and me ‘ad a chuckle over that. Still, dunno if they really learned much, though I did ’ear someone talkin’ about some ‘aunted lakes off in the north o’ the island, an’ some woman over in Rumbutter what would pay any group o’ fools stupid enough to go gallivantin’ off on some errand for ’er.
This evenin’, the cap’n, Perri an’ Bert went off to Raffles’ place fer some fancy dinner. Black ‘ands looked a proper chump in all ’is finery, Perri looked a bit fussy an’ overdone, but good ol’ Bert just went on up there in ‘is leathers, like ’ee was about to go scrub the bilge out. Anyway, Besmara knows what they all got up to there, but they come back with a new recruit. ’Ee’s called Xiao, and ’ee’s a Drow – yes, we all know it rhymes, but nobody makes no jokes when ’ee’s around. Gives me the creeps, to be honest. Those funny drow eyes, an’ ‘ee don’t make the natural amount o’ noise when ‘ee moves. It ain’t natural.
Cap’n wanted to know what we all thought we should do next. They all reckoned on settin’ a ‘eading fer down Rumbutter way to take this crazy woman up on ’er expedition. I told ’em all in me plain talkin’ that I thought they was madder than a galleon o’ monkeys. I said we should go look fer shippin’ to plunder. I think they got me message.