Discover the Lost Journals throughout the Sea of the Damned.
Damned Journal 1My picking brings many a lost soul to my porch, but none so strange or lost as her. She did wit' me, long into the night, and listen to me play. As the nights went by, the cher started to tell me more about herself. She talked of a man who played beau music, music that could clasp at your very soul. He done wronged her, and now the sound of organ music made her feel like her heart was being ripped from her chest.
Damned Journal 2A merry chase I've been on! Now, at the end of it, I am sure it was hopeless from the start. I went to the seeress to ask a boon, which she agreed to grand if I could retrieve a lost monkey. Simple enough! For days I tracked it, the damned thing mocking me at every turn. I'd get close, only for it to chitter with glee and disappear into the mist. Eventually I managed to corner it. Suddenly there was a strange noise from the direction of the seeress' shack. The little beast cocked its head on one side and bolted in that direction. I am afeared to return to her. I have heard tales of what happens to those who fail Tia Dalma...
Damned Journal 3I was right to be afeared. Her rage was like a terrible storm. I would have been better to slip away into the swamps than dare to return to her empty handed. The fact that the damned monkey stared down at me from the rafters seemed to count for nothing. If anything, it only made her angrier. She screamed and shouted about the importance of bargains and how people should stay true to their word. She turned away from me and reached into her pocket. Suddenly she spun round and blew powder into my face. When I woke, I was here. If you find my bones, heed my words. Do not cross, Tia Dalma!
Damned Journal 4I sailed the seas for many years, but I never experienced true cruelty till I set foot within these walls. The Spanish soldiers mete out punishments at their pleasure. I have seen men flogged for a sideways glance an my own fate was sealed by speaking out when they beat a boy no older than ten. I will take all that they can mete out gladly, knowing that I have bought his freedom with my life. For as long as he is free to sail the seas, never shall I die.
Damned Journal 5The sea calls to me. I hear her, even within these 'ere prison walls. She whispers of new horizons an' adventures to be shared. But as I stand 'ere in line, waitin' to meet me end, all I can do is close me eyes and dream of the sea. For this sunrise will be me last and I'll ne'er set eyes on her again.