Captain's Log
DAY 22, 1st Month
The day is the 22nd of the first month and the hour is half past ten in the night. My crew and I have set sail from Sanctuary Outpost on a rescue mission. Rumor has it that a Galleon crew that had departed from the same Outpost towards the North of The Shores of Plenty, never reached their destination.
DAY 23, 1st Month
It was around 12:30 in the morning when we saw a flock of seagulls hovering above a few barrels and planks. Upon getting closer, we saw men hanging onto them and we tried to pull them to our ship with the paddles from the rowboat. Tried to save them we did, but to no avail, for they had passed away long before we arrived.
DAY 24, 1st Month
North-West we went, under cover of night and I believe it was somewhere around half past eight. Sailor’s Bounty said the map and that’s where we saw it. The wreck of The Foul Eel was spread out along the islands. Upon rowing to the shore and looking around, we didn’t manage to find any of the crew members. All that was left were two Marauder’s Chests and a Crate of Exotic Silks.
DAY 25, 1st Month
The crew was growing unwary, for they believed that the treasure was cursed, that it led to the doom of The Foul Eel. “No sea or wind can do this!” one of the men said to me when we gazed upon the wreck of the ship. Superstitions slowly crawled inside our minds, sounds in the dead of night and roars from the depths of the sea lingered in our heads. There were no tales of old, for we saw it… we saw the beast!
