simple mist
That's the second time now that Teach's scallywag scum made me take a bath!
Once I accepted the inevitable fate of my ship, I set full canvas and aimed her for the nearest spit of land not too far off while commanding my crew to patch as many holes as they could to buy some time. It was only at this point did I grab what I could from my cargo hold (but why did I think filling my pockets with rocks before swimming was a good idea?) and enjoy what may have been my last good meal for some time. Once the locker claimed it's due, I made the attempt to swim for shore and just hardly made it finding myself nearly exhausted and on the sandy step of Death's door. But he spared me and kept the crabs and Drowned at bay long enough so I might regain my strength to fight and watch the sun light up one more horizon. (And, as it turns out, that meal wasn't all that bad coming back up the second time as I spilled my guts on dry land after tremendous effort to make it to shore alive).
Alas, I now find myself marooned on yet another bloody island with no way to get back to the comforts of my stronghold. Here I sit on this beach emptying my boots of saltwater and brushing sand from all of the uncomfortable places while penning this entry into my logbook. Stomach grumbling I most definitely do not cherish the prospect of my situation while having to sustain myself, creating some sort of shelter, and building another sloop with some means of sailing it without a crew.
Yo ho! Here's to new beginnings and brighter horizons!
