Vol. 2, Diary Entry 1

Dear Diary,

Somehow, it feels like I haven’t written in you in 6 weeks – though we both know it’s only been a couple days since my last entry… haha, weird! Anyway, I recently came across someone else’s journal, so that’s what reminded me to jot down in my own. I feel kind of bad about invading their privacy; I can’t imagine what it would be like if everyone knew what I was writing in my own diary! But I get the feeling the chaplain who owned this other journal isn’t around to worry about it anymore… because his ship is currently overrun by the UNDEAD. Dun duN DUUUN!

See, we were continuing our voyage to Chult, minding our own beeswax, when a terrible storm blew up (‘storms on a ship’ has risen up to, like, #5 on my Topmost Things I Don’t Like list). We made it through decently enough, but then afterwards there was spooky mist. Like, horror movie level mist.

We all split up with other members of the ship, in order to keep watch and not run aground on the nearby islands (I’ll write more about Clew another time; he has a delightful mustache) – but we soon found another ship that was not so fortunate. Apparently, the lighthouse of a nearby island had ceased working and this ship – the Toronto (isn’t it funny how there something named ‘Toronto’ here in Faerûn?) – crashed right into the rocks!

After some discussion, the members of our own ship decided to check for survivors and repair the lighthouse – Super Art Fight is on survivors duty! But so far, all we’ve found are creepy waterlogged undead…

Which brings us back to the journal we found! The chaplain was convinced the calamity that happened here was because the crew managed to anger Umberlee, the sea goddess. Hopefully we can complete our mission here and be on our way before we also incur the wrath of any vengeful deities…

Dramatic XOXOXO,
Red Erin