Tales of the Shackles

Sunday, 15th of Lamashan, 4711 A.R.

Can’t write much. Storm’s got up. Scrimshaw went over the side,and that old witch went in – the rest didn’t see but I never seen a human swim like that in all my days. she were more like a seal. went over the side without a wait – almost like she wanted to get in that water. I ‘eard o’ men three times ’er size drowned in littler squalls.

Work still to do if we’re goin’ te pull through this one. Got to go.


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