..Your Old Shipmate - 01/11/2023 - Haranis near death

Dear journal,

You have to excuse myself for a clickbait title, but you will understand - I hope - that I have never experienced something of this kind, and boy I didn’t expect that!

In the look for a few coins I was once again down to the near-by tavern. Not the best one I’d say, but I don’t mind, drinks are cheap, everybody is muddy like me, and there’s always work to be done. Met again with Arilian, talking about muddy and not the best people, he stand out! I’m still not sure what he was up to in a shitty bar like this…

Cut to the chase, shall we? A note, asking to help a certain Fowler Four-Teeth. A pirate I was sure of it, shaddy that would be, but gold pieces I’ve heard they love that. We started to talk, understand the current affair. I was NOT convinced, his story about 6 “friends” being murdered one by one… but hey, got to get this treasure… Imagine yourself dear journal… We even got the /treasure map/ with the X and all !!!

We’re off for the look for the last standing… dead him also. And properly dead. I mean I see blood and dead animals in the forest all the time. This one, never. Gosh, moving on.

Troubles came when we arrive to see this Fowler and ask if he got fun of us… This creature, a wet, smelling sea water rushed into the bar. We understood it was Radley, supposed to be thrown overboard to be dead.. Coming back for his revenge.

Not choice but to fight, what a fight.. I could fight as I could until I had to be too close this guy, my lungs starting to fill up with sea water… air.. Breath I couldn’t. I collapsed after only a few seconds. I saw in a blurry vision my friends coming over, trying to do things to me.. But nothing.. Breath.. Help ! I was started to wonder if that would be the end of Haranis on this new continent of Kantas… and in-extremis.. I found a small piece of air to keep afloat and my dear friends could heal me.

During this black-out, I had this vision, this darkness filling me up. My eyes going red.. I almost felt I was flying..

From now on, I will hate sea water, from all my guts, never a swim. Never. And pirates, well I’ll make sure I stay away from, or I take extra precautions.

You see dear journal, I didn’t lie, I’m a bit traumatised!