Hello again! Today I punched a guy so hard his head exploded!

Well, to be fair, he was mostly rotted already. It was more like slamming my fist into a wad of soft and smelly cheese rather than crushing a skull. Let me restate that for emphasis. Soft. Smelly. Cheese.

Not much fun.

I was napping on he deck, minding my own business, when the captain decided to give us a scenic tour of a local landmark. Wait, if the landmark is out at sea, then would that be a seamark? Must ask Onica later...

Anyway, thats how we wound up drifting by a desolate rock formation known as The Buccaneers Ballroom. Which I'll admit, doesn't sound like much. Personally I think its a crappy name, something like Gallowstone, or deadmans isle would be more appropriate.

See, its a stretch of barely submerged stones and coral reefs. And the Shoto navy have a tradition. Whenever they capture a particularilly bad pirate, they capsize the poor buggers vessel on the stones. Then they hang the crew by the necks from the yardarms.

What with the constant breezes in the area the corpses swing and sway from the skewed masts of the broken ships. In what might possibly be considered a dance. As time passes, the ships rot, and so do the pirates hanging from them. One such example of ship and crew had been left leaning precariously on the edge of the stones. The mast hanging out over the open waters beside it, and one very old and very dead pirate left dangling from its collection of frayed and weathered nooses.

And the captain of our ship, in his brilliance, decided it'd be 'fun' to sail directly under that mast and carcass.

By some terrible luck, I was napping on the deck directly below the bad pirate, when the noose finally gave up the ghost. The ragged snap woke me from my daydreams, and I opened my eyes just in time to stare blankly into the empty eye sockets of a quickly descending rotted corpse.

My mind froze, so my body reacted first. By punching the twice fallen pirate right in his/her/its squishy and rotted face.

*Phlabth*

So. Gross.

I panicked, I'll admit it. I set myself on fire and started shrieking like a small child who dropped their candy onto a wasp nest. My very late cremation of the unfortunate sea robber set the ship on fire, again. And the captain cried, again. Only this time the cheeky cuss was laughing so hard he nearly fell overboard.

Thats what happened today.

Well, that, and some other stuff. Just the usual though. Wake up, fall out of hammock, curse at hammock. Eat breakfast, find what appears to be a human tooth in the gruel, swear of breakfast forever. Wander around the deck, just kinda getting in the crews way, find most annoying place to be and nap there. Wake up, eat fish for lunch, swear off fish forever, go back to napping. Then corpse explosion happened, threw up lunch and breakfast. Spend rest of day constantly burning all traces of gross nasty dead guy goo off of me.

Y'know, the usual. I'll probably do it all again tomorrow. Well, except the corpse junk. I hope.

Oh, and Onica made some poisons, and Fen has started sketching stuff. I don't know what stuff, he's super bad at art. Then again, it was his first attempt, and he is four. And a hat. So I guess, what do I know, right?

Maybe he's a brilliant artist as far as the hat community is concerned? I'll say this much, it is without a doubt the best art I have seen a hat draw. Period.

Hm, maybe I should try and set him up with a gallery or something? First artist in the world who is also a piece of attire? It might work. I'll ask Onica later.

Dinners on, I'll go have a bite to eat then head to bed. We should be nearing Lenas last know location in a few days. We've been making good time if you ignore all the accidents and ship fires. Fen is keeping the wind in our sails. Literally.

I can't wait to see her again!

Goodnight!