List of locations where Mysterious Journals have a chance to spawn, but not guaranteed (work in progress)
BecalmedOur ship, she dreams of wind in her sails of wind in her sails unfurled. And Shining as we cross the sea, we cross the sea for home. Then we'll all raise our voices, a song in our hearts. And set our eyes on distant shores with wind in her sails again. There'll be cheering and calling. No more squabbling and brawling. When we have the wind in our sails. When we have our feet on the ground. We'll sow our good fortune around. There'll be feasting and pleasure. No more rationing and measure. When we have the wind in our sails.
Mysterious Journal IWhat heart there was, now lies only bones. The Cap'n looks thinner now but his rage stays whole. Eternal adventure under the mast says he, but our burden is heavy. No need for gold and trinkets... not where we be bound. The price be paid to be sure, and what a price it be. Beware this fate, those who follow thee.
Mysterious Journal IIThe hoard they stole brought more than vast riches, it twisted their souls into a foul form. They must be released from their form. The location they haunt is inscribed here...
Mysterious Journal IIIDeep we ventured into walls of stone. Lost without a bearing or shine of light. Our voyage for gold is lost and our crew now broken, now our fate appears clear... we may never find the lost hoard promised here...
Mysterious Journal IVUntameable greed consumed former pirates, transforming them into a deathless form. Retrieve the whispered secret now bound to skull and bone. This bounty now belongs to those who find these words. Claim their heads on my behalf...
Mysterious Journal VDire warnings went unheeded and now the ill-fated crew's unending thirst will never be satisfied. Break their bones and succeed where I have failed...
Mysterious Journal VIAthena's Fortune, it calls to me! I feel it in my bones... One final journey unto the horizon; so close, yet... the darkness... it follows me and my crew. Our final quest, scrawled here... may those who claim it fare better than we.
Mysterious Journal VIIEndless days atop the ocean. Endless days at the grog. Though the final resting place eludes us still. Closer now. The crew is so close now to that shiny prize. Days pass and will falters. Spotted! They followed us! Black sails on a dark horizon. We leave this map until our return.
Mysterious Journal VIIILost for centuries, the knowledge of who exactly buried this haul of treasure remains a mystery. I may never know, for my bones are weary and the sun now sets. May the next brave wanderer continue my journey.
Mysterious Journal IXThe tomes spoke of life everlasting. The ill-fated union of crews that went in search now forever binds them.
Mysterious Journal XThey dared to walk in the footsteps of the damned and now it is they who await those that may follow them. Though I have failed the Order, hope still remains...
Mysterious Journal XILong spread across the waves, the greed they share continues to compel them in the search for treasure. Only blades and bravery can release them now. To those who may read this, purge them quickly!
Mysterious Journal XIIThe fierce partnership and the lifetime of piracy they shared now endures to far more treacherous ends. The bonds must be broken. Only the Order can release them now.
Mysterious Journal XIIIThe Merchant Alliance is built on trust. The trust we have in each other and the trust we build with our customers. Our impeccable record for reliability may be under threat unless I deliver this vital shipment.
Mysterious Journal XIVWho would bury what's left of their fortune beneath the sands, just waiting to be uncovered? Fools! This map is probably leads to nothing but bones and dust...
Mysterious Journal XVMy quality of service record may well be compromised with this little detour for supplies. The Merchant Alliance's generous incentive scheme beckons me forward though. The crew and I are heading out to scout these island until the storm passes.
Mysterious Journal XVICrushing death and grief... soaked with blood of the trespassing thief. The Inferno has broken the shroud. May it sail these strange waters forever more. The captain lingers on, his life restored. His map now awaits the brave once more.
Mysterious Journal XVIIThe perpetual longing for gold and trinkets consumes the minds of lesser Captains and the Crews that follow them. Their freedom will come at a cost.
Oh Hail, the Pirate LordBeyond the ocean, rocks and mist, lies a secret none can tell. Filled with booty, grog and reminisce, its my crews true place to dwell. Oh where will I find a haven safe to stash my hoard? Hush now, you sea urchin! Just take it to the Lord! He waits amongst a pile of gold. He wants them chests, unearthed, found and stole. Beyond horizon, reefs and port. Be a place that none can see. Stocked with parchment, grog, and long lost maps. It be filled with mystery. Oh how will I make my ship a legend that's adored. Hush now you land lubber! You haves to please the Lord! He waits amongst a pile of gold. Tell him, the things, to your crew never told. Just serve him and then you'll see... Pirate Legend maketh thee. Now angle those sails for destiny! Oh hail, the Pirate Lord!
Tales of Bosun BillBosun Bill was known throughout the port, a truly dreadful pirate who was always getting caught, not one scheme for stealing could he hatch. ‘Cause someone would spot, the treasure he'd got, and Bill they'd snatch! One day Bill awoke lying on a distant beach, the last of his grog was just out of reach. ‘He groped around with trembling hands, and struck something in the sand. He'd stumbled upon a part of an ancient chart. ‘Stained and torn, the old map told, the way to find a buried stash of gold...
The Lucky SailorI was a lucky sailor, as free as a tropical breeze. But your love clapped me in irons, and I can't reach the keys! Now my heart is in your brig, and I know it's not the only lodger. But since you cast away your love, I'm no longer a Jolly Rodger. I'd keep an even keel, but it's a dirty deal! There's no appeal! And now I must walk this plank of love! Darling, please be mine. Only you can make me whole. Your love is the lime. For the scurvy in my soul. I used to dream of sunken treasure, but now my only wish is... With you tonight, instead of sleeping with the fishes.
The Tale of the Rubbish SailorSearchin’ for loot wi’ the crew one day, Through me eyeglass somethin’ glinted. Found a treasure chest – the very best. We knew it would make us minted. ‘Coins of gold were ours to share. But me I wanted more. Stole from me crew – just an extra few. They knocked me to the floor. 'The brig, the brig. Lock ‘im up they said. The brig, the brig. Left me there for dead. 'Headin’ back to port with our plunder We was boarded by a rival. Twas Three Sheets Neate — a dirty cheat. We fought for our survival. ‘Our crew was brave apart from me. I hid on the balcony smokin’. They weren't best pleased — me arms were seized. Yer for it we ain't jokin’. With this tale of the rubbish sailor.
We Shall Sail TogetherCloaked in folds of midnight waters. Side by side, we sons and daughters. We set forth for no king's orders. But we'll sail together. Hold fast! Tides are turning. Flames roar, fires are burning. We'll all be returning. If we sail together. All on the waves shall know our story, Sing of the battles fought ashore, we all shall thrive on fame and glory. When we sail together. Words of warning have been spoken. Ancient creatures have awoken. Still, until our bond is broken, We shall sail together!