scurveydog

[written on the first page of the journal:]


Well, well, new blood on these shores. Thought as much.

This be the Scurvey Dog, purveyor ‘o answers and part-time knower ‘o secrets.

As to where ye are, Isla Empieza.

As to why, pop on down to the fountain and read fer yerself. If yer a frog’s hair smarter’n the resta th’ bilge rats, ye can like as not figure out fer yerself. Shoppin’ can be done around town and ye might find somethin’ ye don’t expect if ye look hard enough.

Otherwise, get ye some supplies or get ye on a crew. There be others just like ye in these waters. If ye choose a crew already out in the wild blue sea, ye can get a one way nav port from Miss Margie at Backwater Brig.

But whether ye find a crew already sailin’ or get out on yer own, I’d shake the lead outta yer boots sooner than later. Davy Jones be not patient and his temper is somethin’ to be feared.

May ye have smooth sailin and th’ wind at yer backs,




Scurvey Dog