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Post by Danny on Oct 31, 2012 13:38:53 GMT -7
(Bret gave me a handwritten journal, so I'm copying it here for others to read!)
The natives are friendly, for now.
When food runs short, they'll be at our throats I'm sure.
Didn't sleep a wink.
Next day: We started sailing for the pirates' den. Slept on boat. Figured these jokers wouldn't betray me because none of us know each other well enough to have anyone elses back. Unless we start factioning.
Damn, guess I've got to figure out which one I can trust.
We arrive and I realized I was the only one visible and we just crashed into the hornets' nest. I desperately belayed them while the others got into position to slit some throats. In retrospect I feel kinda bad for them, because as soon as we killed a few, the rest cut and ran. When we tracked them down, they pretty much surrendered unconditionally. Poor guys were on the brink of starvation. I know I've been there and will be there again. Me though, I get mean. We couldn't let the ships behind, we needed them to secure the prisoners.
We also saw a Hydra, Robb Stark killed it.
Estella put on some shoes and turned into a child. I'm not putting on any shoes that come from this accursed island.
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