Out, out, out

Some time has passed since i last wrote a journal, I broke the quill cursing that fucking devil so I had to go rummage around after a new one. Fucking hell.
I'm glad to be out of Ponvarus, a bit too much happened and it involved too much devilry. We did however manage to recruit two more crewmembers. I'm glad to once again sail with Artaash, and Jeanne brought aboard another person employed by some form of martial system. At least she's not as bureaucratic, although that is a low bar.
I also acquired some much needed emergency potions. They taste like shit but you never know when it might be handy to breathe underwater. The potionseller was highly peculiar and needed to research whether I was "strong enough" for his potions. Crazy to think I wouldn't be, although Nakor was of course rejected.
One more unclear blessing was that of the guest Thornleaf. The headsmasher apparently took our old mercenaries tip to heart and signed up with the hellknights. Hard to see he would ever fit in but if one is to force him into shape Thornleaf does undoubtedly seem the one to do it.
 
Leaving Ponvarus I thought I'd be free of unrestful sleep and tossing and turning, but alas, the first night on the waves I was cursed with some sort of vision. The dragon we encountered seemed to be dragged down into the deep by some chump on the Pitched Wanker, in the midst of a storm. Not one to doubt omens I of course ran out on deck, but the water was calm and no storm was in sight. I've no clue what that buggering omen was, but I will keep my eyes peeled.