
Then I had to help Merkuto remember how to work a tap. I think he got confused and because they’re called taps he started tapping them. He’d probably already been through a couple of kegs by this time. Lucky for him, before I was a pirate I was a bar wench.

Tikao complained about the lag of log entries to read and I told her my scribe was feeling ill. I think he came down with a cold or something, not sure what happened to him.

I distracted my thoughts from the log and gave my ears a rest from the cries of agony from my scribe to head out to sea with the Royal Pillagers. I had a bit too much rum and can’t really remember the voyage, only that I went. I’m pretty sure Amber yelled a lot and planked some too.

Later Zippy asked for death and I was more than happy to help him out. I love helping out my crew mates and lend a hand or a sword whenever I can, especially if it calls for blood to be spilled.

I ended the night in the usually fashion, of stalking Tikao. I can’t go to bed until I’ve been kissed good night, and maybe tucked in.

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