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'Tis here we record those scurvy, lazy fellows who sail upon the ocean of words with us, yet can't follow the rules of the ship. A ship needs rules.
This is the place of punishment, so feel free to mock the offenders, after they have been listed.
This is not the place for general banter, me hearties--start your own thread for that!
Offenders will be named and the nature of their punishment will be listed, e.g.
Week 6.
Forty-two degrees North, thirty-eight degrees east. A light nor'westerly wind. No land in sight.
Seaman Snapper was derelict in his duty and was found drunk in charge of 14 lines of prose. I ordered him to be keel-hauled.
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Wind, fair coming from the south--land spied to the east, but being fully provisioned I decided not to stop.
The ship has had fair weather all week and we have made good progress. All the crew were fine workers, not a scurvy mongrel among them. I ordered an extra ration of rum for them all. Arrgh.
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It's been about a 10-day since The Natchez Belle set out from the Port of St. Louis, heading north towards the head waters of the Mississippi. The river is running high and fast, and we're fighting a mighty current. But we've made excellent time with only a skeleton crew, who've done the work of a dozen hands. If I didn't know better I'd think they have amazing, even super, powers, like Paul Bunyon and Pecos Bill.
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Ships log, early July. Wish I could say it was smooth sailing. Half the crew went up in arms over the fourth of July celebration, I forgot they reside in England and take exception to the whole "fighting for our independence" thing (sore losers). I really wanted to take it out on a disobeying crewmember but everyone did their job. No dereliction of duties. Sorry Skadder pass out all the rum already. All I got is some Jack Daniels for ya. Try to limit yourself to a fifth a piece.
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We found him--we did. Scurvy mongrel was pretending to be part of the crew, eating the rations and having a laugh. But when the fighting started he ducked down the hatches and locked himself in the bilges. Said he wasn't coming out until all the fuss had died down. Now, that's not very piratical, is it?
I ordered Seaman Jericho to be lowered into shark infested seas.
He says he really likes the wooden feet the carpenter carved for him, perhaps one day I will let him use them--for the moment they stay in my cabin. I let him off lightly, I think.
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Captain abandoned ship. We didn't even notice until the rum ran out. The ship is currently adrift, which is just fine to the rest of the crew. So in the mean time we will set sail to sights unknown, travel in an unknown direction. Hop aboard. The weather is fine and the work easy. Maybe one day we'll get somewhere together.
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