Common Worlds

Personal log of Smart-Ass Kimo, Best Opener in Haragala

Stranded…
Lucky for me I helped Seaborn Child make it to the island after the Talac broke apart. Seaborn is a bit of an odd Cod but there is no denying he can stand his own in a fight. After we procured what we could from shore I set about establishing a camp while Seaborn watched over Pain-Hand Tuco, the Boatswain, unfortunately even after Seaborn tended his wounds so close he died of spider poison, some how they got in Tuco’s mouth!
On the morning of the first full day Seaborn swam out to the wreck and brought up a few items like the Captain’s chest plus personal Tulwar and a fine weapon it is. Having Seaborn around is good for me; while he hunted fish in the shallows (using his face no less) I started trying to figure us off this island. Toward the end of that first full day we were attacked from the jungle by some horrible wind-tree spirit and its little men. The ugly little flounders spit darts at us and the wind-tree spirit blew leaves and the like around us. Me, having a boarding pike kept them dart spitters off us while Seaborn called up some Sea magic and used his net to spread about the trees and pull it all into the rolling surf. He captured one of them little men and tortured it with strange and creepy ceremonies. I just left the two of them to their own interests while I guarded up the camp for the evening.

On the morning of the second day I was gigging fish in the shallows for want to anything better to do when two shipmates washed up. Dormal’s wind must have been at their backs to help them find the island. One was a Tops-man named Reoh, I seen him work the rigging before and he seemed goodly at it. The other, thank Dormal, was a Marine. We need his ilk in this venture, so I give him his orders to guard us! His name, I believe, is Bogo Blue Claw. Typically he thinks he is in charge; guess he doesn’t know that I am the Opener on this voyage. With Seaborn fishing, Reoh set to task building a boat, I convinced Bogo to scuttle, with that Crab magic he has, into the lagoon and bring up as much from the wreck as he could. Seaborn reminded us about the Shadow Shark he had seen in the Lagoon right after the sinking so Bogo kept a weather eye out for the beast while hauling up booty. That evening Bogo took up Commander-of-the-Watch and assigned us our posts for the night, but it didn’t keep us out of hot water. While Seaborn was sloshing about, in the surf after dark those little men attacked again. Unfortunately for Seaborn they got the drop on him and before we could whistle a lousy tune he was tangled in magic tree limbs and vines, filled full of darts and being drug into the jungle. Old Bogo using the Captains own Cutlass scuttled side-ways into the fight and clove into the dart blowers. Reoh and I tried cutting the vines and such but it was close. In the end, while Bogo taught them all Marine Tactics, me and Reoh got Seaborn loose. Seaborn for his part called up some bad mojo sea magic that sounded like something was rising from Magasta’s pool itself and had a talk with any dart blowers still alive and kicking , if you know what I mean… The little dart blowers are your typical cannibals, you know sharpened teeth, tall as a man’s chest, ugly and worshipping one of those nasty little anti-gods. Seaborn has taken to carrying around their faces skinned off like masks; he is one weird pull-sail! They will think twice about trying us on for dinner again, I hope.

The morning of the third started as the days before with Reoh building, Seaborn fishing and Bogo scuttling about. Myself, I tasked to thinking hard on how to get out of this tar-bucket of a mess when Seaborn yelled something like…” Here come more victims for the Shadow Shark”. I got off my mat and beheld a mast out at sea near one of the close islands. Maybe we are saved…

Kimo-