Ghostly Encounters, or, RIP CHAD BOSWICK

10:00am, 15th of Mers
Chad, Nongo, and I have landed in Fairhaven. We talked with a shipmate, Keith, about the town and the goings-on. He mentioned a bulletin board where locals post requests and jobs for coin. We went to it, as we were on our way to the tavern for a long-awaited drink. I was excited to see a poster for the destruction of giant ants, however, we felt it was better to go on a scavenger mission for an oil painting of importance. In the tavern, I (perhaps) ordered too many ales for myself. We met with a wizard dressed in black, who told us of the painting. It seems to be of his brother, whom he misses dearly. At this point I do not remember much of the conversation. I do remember going to the bar and getting some water as a way to cure my self-inflicted ailment. I then stumbled to the Church, who does not have the same affiliation as I. I do not care much as long as they are following the higher Dieties, which they are. A kind old turtle by the name of Misu blessed our weapons. They glowed with holy reverence. I felt immediately at peace.
 
12:00pm, 15th of Mers
We have decided to head South towards the Ghostly Coast. May Torm bless our journey.
 
4:00pm, 15th of Mers
We barely survived. An army of the undead was waiting for us at the crashed dingy. I know not of who or where the necromancer is. We slew 3 of their numbers, but they kept growing. Fearing for our lives, we fled south, with a chest. I broke open the lock, inside was 18 gold pieces (of which we shared amongst ourselves equally) and an letter, unaddressed, with an unknown sigil of wax sealing it. Nongo quickly made a sketch of it before I opened the letter. Even with all of our knowledge of foreign speak, we could not decipher the letter. Chad was, unfortunately, not helpful in this endeavor. He stood motionless in a pose. Torm only knows what goes on in his head.
 
6:00pm, 15th of Mers
We have decided to make camp. The rain has become very heavy, the fog follows suit. Nongo creates our fire, a lot of heat with little light. A smart and wise Orc, this one. I am glad to have him on this journey. Chad takes the first watch, I have second. I pray for protection from Torm.
 
9:00am, 16th of Mers
We have survived the night. Nothing of note to share. We are picking up camp and heading East towards our destination.
 
 
12:00pm, 16th of Mers
I write this entry with a heavy heart. My fellow adventurer, Chad Boswick, has been slain. Those foul spectres nabbed him at the final second of our escape. I watched helplessly as his lifeless body went under the waves. In a final act of defiance, he stuck his hand above the water, his fingers in the shape of a fist with his thumb extended upwards, as if in reference to some play or show of which I do not recall. May Torm's blessing be upon your spirit and your family, Chad.
 
After Nongo and I safely made it back to town, we each poured an ale out for our friend. I was so caught up in emotion I forgot where I was and poured it onto the floor of the tavern. The barkeep was not happy with me. I left for my room quickly after catching his gaze.