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Greyy keeps at least one log of her adventures, and the misadventures. The crew swears there may be others, especially ones with maps of secret stash locations. Only time will tell.

Covered in softened leather, dyed a midnight blue with pages that are thick with proofing wax, the Captain's log holds many secrets and stories that may someday be told. The Captain signs and seals each entry proving she is the one who made it. Go forth and be witness to the tales here in.
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How it all began...

Coming home from a particularly dreary night of picking off goblins and orcs Greyylene was dismayed to see bodies strewn across every flat surface. The pub was supposed to be a place to come and unwind, well these girls took the “Unwind” bit too far. Empty bottles, broken mugs and articles of clothing adorned the floor and odd light fixtures.
“Ok That’s IT!” Greyy’s shout could wake the dead, or the utterly drunk and passed out.
“You lushes have looted me rum stash fe’r the last time!”
With that she grabbed the guilty by the hair and tossed them to the curb. Securing the door and locking windows Greyy went to work making sure her rum stash would be well hidden... Very Well Hidden!
“They want to take My rum? Fine, I will give them rum. This bitter sweet rot gut is just the thing to solve the problem of sticky finger lushes! Not to mention it will help get rid of the old stuff,” Greyy said to a quiet figure in the corner.
The shadowed figure moved with grace and elegance helping to make the switch. No more was said as they worked. When the task was complete Greyylene examined one of the new bottles.
“No mark, perfect. They can have as much of this as they want. And we will know how to tell the difference. Perfect!”
Heading to bed, Greyy’s smile was one of satisfied mischief.

Thus begins the great hunt for Greyy’s coveted Rum! What could the “Mark” be, and how can the real bottles of rum be located? These are questions indeed. Perhaps someday all will be answered.

Or not.
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Ship’s Log:

Well, tis the season of all things Green! I believe it may well be Aedon’s favorite season. It seems to me that he enjoys using it as an excuse for, what he calls, Pooka shenanigans. In truth, he doesn’t need an excuse. Though, it is high time to cause some chaos.

The bruises and other wounds are healing well. I can walk around without every step becoming a blazing hammer pounding between my eyes. I will need to get the crew together and see what mischief we can devise. It should not be that difficult with this lot.

I know to not include Aedon will, indeed, be construed as an invitation. So, the question stands, do I tell him or just let him play his “Pooka magic” and let the stones fall as they may? I say it would be far more interesting to let him play the Pooka, he does it so well.


... to be continued ...
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There is one sure- fire way to get a Hobbit diligently searching for a trapped item. That is to tell them it doesn’t exist and not to bother. Tis the season for shenanigans, is there any surprise in knowing jokes are being played? After the crushing loss of the latest rum shipment we, I, needed some levity. I made a mental note to watch for the one who takes the bait first.

Securing a new batch of spirits to be delivered, we sat around the evening meal and told stories. Bam Bam, Scally rat, Wingnut and Rum Face were still a bit grumpy at not loading kegs to the rafters in our hold. At a moment of quiet, which did not happen often, Bam Bam made the offhand comment that she thought there was a keg brought aboard. I, naturally, denied such a thing. The game was afoot.

It was a bit of a surprise to see how quickly the meal was finished and dishes cleared. Each crew member, in turn, meandered off for some chore or to rest. The ship is not that big, but it took them several days to discover a secret cubby hole large enough for a keg.

*side note: remember to secure the hiding places and make new ones*

I was mildly surprised that Wingnut was not more generous with sharing her ill-gotten loot. She found the hidden bounty and decided to partake of its treasure all by herself. The evidence of that became abundantly clear the following morning.

Bam Bam’s hysterical laughter echoed off the ocean and hovered between the sails. She laughed so hard I feared we’d need to clean up after her. One by one the crew’s horror turned to chuckles then riotous fits. Scally rat, between tears and chortles, pointed at Wingnut. The joke had played out marvelously!

Standing in the middle of the deck, looking befuddled was a forlorn Hobbit with very blue fingertips, holding an empty rum bottle. Upon further inspection there was quite a lot that had turned blue, including the hair on her toes. Seemed she had every intention of sharing, but just could not put it down. Before she knew it, the whole bottle was gone.

“Well, what did you get into?” I asked fully knowing.

“She said nothing came aboard, so I went searching. Ye knows, j’st to make sure! Well, I’s found this ‘ere bottle. It call’d to me! I couldn’t let it j’st sit there! Right?”

Her pout was so perfect it brought another onslaught of laughter.

“This may well be a very long trip home,” I said chuckling to myself.
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https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=pyIXR3s8OtY&t=48s


the hurdy gurdy sounds pretty cool! was compelled to share.


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Ship’s Log:

The beauty of a small crew is, typically, I know where they are. In this case giggles and groans prevented any amount of hiding or further shenanigans. It gave me a moment to myself. I laid on the deck by the wheel staring at the clouds. They remind me of home and of gentle conversations with Aedon. Lazy days of watching the fluffy sky move about tossing out shapes of all kinds brought a smile to my face.

Mamuk, birds, an orc face skewered by an arrow, a ship all floated past my wandering gaze. The bliss of listening to the wind in the sails and the rhythm of the sea at the hull was rudely interrupted by the padding of feet on the deck.

“Capt’n, there be a bit of a leak in the hull again. Nuttin' too serious, we aint takin on water or none o’ dat, but it’s a bit drafty, to be sure.”

Scally rat was a fair distance making the announcement of her discovery, rightfully so. To stir my ire was not always a good idea.

“Fine, send over the blue toed Hobbit to make repairs.”

A dismissive wave began a scurry of activity preparing a mournful Wingnut to go over the edge to slap tar in the offending hole. I watched to ensure no further damage came to ship or crewmate. It took a good deal longer than one would expect of a “simple draft”. Nothing is ever very simple on The Vixen.

“I swear, one of these days I’m just going to torch this dingy and send it out to the horizon. It has more holes than it does solid pieces. Remind me to scuttle this heap of kindling when we get home,” I said to really no one in particular.

It was a good li’l ship, way back in its day. The crew was notorious and we brought a level of fear to those who heard the name. What happened to my fearsome crew? I think we need to make some changes, soon! The first of which will be to get a new ship!
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Ship’s Log:

It was good to be in home waters. This trip seemed to fly faster than others, yet take a long time. I had often heard that time is not linear, and to a degree I suppose that to be so. At present it certainly holds true. Crystal blue waters danced and swayed with sunlight and surf causing a kaleidoscope of colors. It was a pleasure to walk the deck preparing for home port.

~*~

The Wailing Siren was a sleek ship with square sails. The colors of Gondor had been augmented to suit the Capt’n more appropriately. Steel blue sheets topped the blue gray stain on the hull. Silver accents glistened in the sun and brought an air of regal elegance. A silver sheen from the rigging lines boasted an Elven flair with a hint of wizardry.

Steering from the wheel deck Greyy’s fingers caressed the ornate wood. In response to her touch it would move the rudder easily maneuvering the ship with the speed and agility of a cat. Worn parts in the wood spoke of high sea adventures and vast regions begging to be explored.

Taking stairs down to the lower deck and lighting the hurricane lanterns as she passed, Greyy inspected the work of her small crew. The Hobbits may not have been tall, but they were far from inferior. What they lacked in height they made up for in heart. That was what drew Greyy to them. When they worked, they worked hard. Perhaps to earn the reward of Play! Song, dance and rum filled the cabins and deck with many tales, some were actually true.

Moving along the rails, fingers gliding over the smooth metal, the next stop would be the bow. Instead of the typical swan, or the duck as Greyy called it, was the figurehead for which the ship had earned its name. Standing at the prow with a fearsome display of fury was the Wailing Siren. Her arms outstretched she screamed the called to arms.

Looking back, she was pleased with the sight. Lanterns could be seen on deck, but difficult to see from any distance. There was One light that Greyy insisted remain lit. It was her home beacon. A small lantern with amber glass hung in her cabin window. When they were close to home she hoped it would be seen from the shore to let Aedon know they returned. In truth, it was seen by any who waited the return of the Wailing Siren and her crew.

Satisfied she gave a nod and returned to the wheel.

“Home, ladies, we be home.”
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Tis the wee hours of morning and I sit at the old desk in my cabin. The stories this desk could tell, were one inclined to hear them, would amuse and terrify. It is a quiet morning and I can see the mists dance on the water. None of the usual bustling about will happen today, I left before the crew got back from shore leave. They will undoubtedly be concerned, and perhaps irritated when they discover the Wailing Siren missing.

This trip I must take alone. Alone, what does that actually mean? I do not believe it is as simple as the definition may imply. Where I travel by myself, the spirit of those I love, and who love me, come with me. That is a comfort in deep waters that are unpredictable in their terrible beauty.

Wandering around the cabin I allow my fingers to trace items from adventures long past. The whale tooth I began to carve, an old compass that is cracked and only correct half the time and a pocket watch that belonged to a navy admiral long gone sit in a cabinet secured at the wall. They are housed with items that are much more useful. A piece of calcite, nicked and rough but still used is always the first thing grabbed when the sky is moody.

Taking the stone from its resting place I remember the many times it should have been lost to angry seas. Yet, here it is, eager to be of service. The long glass that seems to instinctively know which way to look, I hook to my belt. That will be useful soon. The final item I grab is a piece of board. Humble to look at, but turn it over and a world opens. I don’t often mark maps, far too easy to lose, but in this case... well it makes me smile.

The Siren and I have a relationship not many understand. That of Captain and her Ship is a relationship born of trust and adventure. I promised to Try not to be terribly reckless, and she tries to stay in one piece when things go horribly wrong. At times I feel she can read my thoughts, perhaps she can, I talk to her often enough.

I left the crew at the harbor without a word. They earned some rest and a chance to make a mess of the local pub. To be honest, I didn’t want them knowing where I was heading. It is a secret location where many of my ilk hide precious items. Why would I tell Hobbits about that?

Almost a day’s journey out the narrow island chain could be seen. They are so well hidden that only those who have been there before know its location. Some say the islands are charmed only allowing certain ships pass or enter. At times I have wondered at the validity of this. How many times did I hide in those rocks only to emerge and confound the ones I ambushed? That’s another story.

The waters here are deep allowing for ships of all sizes to move freely. The tricky part are the narrow channels of sheer rock faces perfect for hiding things of great value. Moving slowly into the narrows I climb the main mast and perch on the outside edge. A dangerous place, of course, but how else am I to reach?

The sails are tied not taking any wind forcing the ship to bob with the small tide. Slowing almost to a stop gives just enough time to find my rock and release the trap. Removing the chest within and lowering it to the deck by thick rope, I replace the rock without the trap. Now that my items are gone, it can be used by another.

Dotted throughout the length of the cavern are many such nooks and crannies. All, if in use, are booby trapped. Some are more dangerous than others, depending on the one who hides the items. The trap does not always indicate the value of the loot, but more tells the malevolence of the captain hiding it. Some of mine had been rather gruesome, but I grew tired of finding innocent creatures trapped. All they wanted was a safe place to wait out a storm. So I started making mine easier for birds to escape, but humans not so. And I also move whatever I hide each time.

Back on deck the chest sits taunting any who wish to break its lock. Yes, it too has a trap. The contents are broken and destroyed if the lock is not solved. I, as a rule, hate puzzles. But this is a necessity to secure the contents, especially against pillaging Hobbits!

This is also why I did not want to bring anyone with me. Hovering over the chest, careful to hide the combination from even the stones, I open the chest.

“Yo ho ho and a bottle of rum,” I whisper to the ship as I remove the bottle and the recipe.
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