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9th June 1349

Cargo

by Sparkos McDavey

The dog was the key to gaining the secrets of the stuff takers, that was the good news. The bad news is that I have come to learn that the people who own the boat that I was stowed aboard see me as some form of cargo. I be untamed like the sea itself and nobody can refer to me like some kind of expendable resource that you take around. I'm Sparkos McFuckingDavey and I refuse to take the insult sitting down. It's a new feeling, having hurt feelings, but hey well whatever.
 
THE SECRETS WERE NOT WORTH IT!
 
We found some secret materials so that we could fix the boat and we were taking them back to the boat, but this shitty monster came and tried to eat me! Me first mate, Grim McFeathers took major damage and I had to stand in place of the poor feathered lad. That was a big fuckin' problem for dear old me. I got knocked the fuck out six ways to Sunday! My face got fucked up, then my leg got ripped off and I was pretty sure I was a gonner. Everyone else just ran away with the cargo that is more important than me.
 
BUT I REFUSE TO DIE!
 
You'd be a fool to believe that I was made of flimsy stuff! You can't kill me that easily. I awoke, unable to move and I struck fear into the heart of the damned beast causing it to die immediately and not after people blasted the fuck out of it and stabbed it with pointy weapons. The frightened feline came back for me and helped me get out of the damned place with my life, which I appreciate greatly!
 
Managed to weld my leg back on and spent some time with 2nd 1st Mate Grim McFeathers doing some hunting.
 
Trying to extend the old 10 foot olive branch over to Sanna so that we can live comfortably on the same page.
Bo is a different story. He talked about me being alive and not just cargo, so I think that boy and me will do just fine.
 
I've also realised that I have a full set of carpentry tools built into my hand, which is fuckin' amazing and I'm better with these than anything else I've ever attempted.
 
A large metal man fell out of the sky while we were going for scrap. Bo seems to have found a weird magic/algae rock inside of it, and I watched it die. That could have been me earlier this week.
 
A captain goes down with his ship, but I'm only the 2nd Captain of this vessel so I can't die just yet!

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