The creaking of the wood, salt in the air, and steps the of the pirates was a welcome that many do not wish for. Especially when there’s a storaway hiding among their shipment, and aboard their ship without noticing and is now writing in this journal without a care in the world. Atleast there is a mission from predicting the future of the fate of a faraway continent and is tending to try to make problems go away quickly, for a price of course. Word is steadfast on the barren land from where I came- there weren’t many of us left after all. We parted our ways… I know we won’t meet again for now. No reason to list such characters, or even mentioning their names since I know you’re reading this. Predicting the future and fate of others, can led
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What war you may ask, and unfortunately I’m just over extragging. No hard feelings? Anyhow, the lanterns and torches on the ship are being blown out- they are preparing for their departure- let along they left me a good friend. What was his name? Not sure, but I know he is a man of his word, and his belly rumbles for the sweet liquid that is in the barrels- so far I’ve proven myself to be a good pet. Given a few hours of them leaving and him drinking, I manage to form myself a drum with the tools I have. Pat, pat, it didn’t wake him- so I continued on knowing that it would get us in trouble- soon enough he woke up. Oh no, even in his state- he sings like a dying horse! I even began to wondered if I had gone death or my drum lost it’s tune- but clearly he was loud enough to attract some attention of the lovely patrol. He attacked, and died by a swiftblade- they stared at me for a while- uncertainty in their eyes. I told them, “Aye, his voice is that of a god- that everyone forgets for a reason.” They began to question me, now interested in my good attitude and the chains that tied to my neck to the mast behind me. I told them a tale of a great adventurer going a little too far into the shore- and got jumped while fishing for… Well, fish. Of course, I mentioned about the caption returning by sunrise and the best spots for a surprise attack. I asked them to remove the guy away from me so when they came back, I wouldn’t be the first one stabbed. But then, they ask me about the key, a key to what? Then I realised, they wanted me to escape before they came back- such a foolish wish for them. I can’t leave when the caption has the key, and my disappearance would cause alarm for the crew. I give them a plan, it was something I’ve been thinking about for a long time- and it will work as long everyone plays their part. Then, the sun started to rise, guards are hidden, the body is slouched onto the chair,
What war you may ask, and unfortunately I’m just over extragging. No hard feelings? Anyhow, the lanterns and torches on the ship are being blown out- they are preparing for their departure- let along they left me a good friend. What was his name? Not sure, but I know he is a man of his word, and his belly rumbles for the sweet liquid that is in the barrels- so far I’ve proven myself to be a good pet. Given a few hours of them leaving and him drinking, I manage to form myself a drum with the tools I have. Pat, pat, it didn’t wake him- so I continued on knowing that it would get us in trouble- soon enough he woke up. Oh no, even in his state- he sings like a dying horse! I even began to wondered if I had gone death or my drum lost it’s tune- but clearly he was loud enough to attract some attention of the lovely patrol. He attacked, and died by a swiftblade- they stared at me for a while- uncertainty in their eyes. I told them, “Aye, his voice is that of a god- that everyone forgets for a reason.” They began to question me, now interested in my good attitude and the chains that tied to my neck to the mast behind me. I told them a tale of a great adventurer going a little too far into the shore- and got jumped while fishing for… Well, fish. Of course, I mentioned about the caption returning by sunrise and the best spots for a surprise attack. I asked them to remove the guy away from me so when they came back, I wouldn’t be the first one stabbed. But then, they ask me about the key, a key to what? Then I realised, they wanted me to escape before they came back- such a foolish wish for them. I can’t leave when the caption has the key, and my disappearance would cause alarm for the crew. I give them a plan, it was something I’ve been thinking about for a long time- and it will work as long everyone plays their part. Then, the sun started to rise, guards are hidden, the body is slouched onto the chair,