These past few days have been interesting. We took on the competition in the early stages of the race and showed those fancy boat owners that all it takes is a bit of metal, gunpowder and positive attitude to take the lead. Everyone was in high spirits at first, and then we realised how boring boating is. If I wasn't a legendary pirate already I'd be having second thoughts, but I've found that second thoughts are stupid. I stand by what I said dammit.
Then there was 'The Ooze.' Some bastard mailed us a bastard ooze and stuck it in the bastard boat and it waited until we were bastard bored before it tried to bastard sink us. It melted 2nd 1st Mate Grim's Toe off and damn near killed him. How many times am I gonna have to teach monsters to leave my feathered friend alone!
WELL I KILLED THE BASTARD! POINT BLANK AT THAT! I quite liked being up close and personal with my enemies so that I can show them that I know no fear. Well except for mailmen since they seem to deliver oozes and shit.
There is one thing that keeps bothering me though, now that I've had time to think about stuff and things.
"01" That large metal fella's last words. They keep resounding in my head and I don't know why. It looked me dead in the face said it before it died.