Lost at Sea
Discover the hidden Journals in the Coral Fortress.
My Darkest Hour
(It's unclear who wrote this journal...) "The need for hiding my face will soon be gone." I wrote those words on what I believed would be the eve of my greatest triumph, earning me a place at my love's side. I had worked ceaselessly to bring you back from beyond the veil. Hearing you whispered words as I struggled, enthralled by the prospect of reigning as your queen. As your battles raged on, I came to realise that there would never be a seat for me at your side. Like Stitcher Jim before me, I had unwittingly served my purpose. Then came the day I confronted you. Confessed my love to you, and demanded proof of your devotion to me. Your laughter froze my burning blood to ice. Flameheart, my 'King', I will take great pleasure in annihilating the Sea of Thieves as you watch, helplessly, from the heavens. You shall have nothing left to conquer.The Coral FortressFollowing
Following, by First Mate Yenay. Whenever I am lost in the cold and the dark, he comes to me. How many merfolk truly swim below our feet as we sail our Sea of Thieves? I am so used to their familiar song, I scarcely stop to wonder. Like my fellow pirates, I have been rescued from the icy waters and spirited back to my ship by the kind touch of many merfolk, men and women alike. It was rude of me not to pay them more heed, perhaps, but I was usually distracted by the heat of battle or concerned for the safety of my ship. That is, until the day I noticed there was only one mer searching for me. Each and every time, the same. No matter where I sailed, he was there.The Coral FortressCompany
Company, by First Mate Yenay. He broke the surface of the waves at my side, as I knew he would, but I did not take his hand right away. I wished to drink in all of him that I could. He broke the surface of the waves at my side, as I knew he would, but I did not take his hand right away. I wished to drink in all of him that I could. He is... not precisely handsome, for a life at sea soon knocks such conceits out of us with everyday bumps and bruises. But he has kind eyes. I am certain that he is following our ship. In those rare moments when the wind is still and the seas are quiet, I can hear the echo of his song. Tonight, when the others are asleep, I will go for a moonlight swim, and stay in the water with him until the dawn, or the sharks, come to part us.The Coral FortressDavy Jones
(It's unclear who wrote this journal...) I was born to be a weaponsmith rather than a common criminal, but you cannot live a life at sea without hearing the legend of Davy Jones. His bargain is simple: agree to server aboard his mighty vessel, the Flying Dutchman, and avoid taking that final step across life's threshold. Those scoundrels who betray their pact with Jones, or who displease him in some other way, are cast down to his Locker. Pirates for all eternity, indeed. This is a world where the pirate's life hangs not by a fragile thread, but by a mighty golden chain. With our help, Jones will have strength enough to sever it.The Coral FortressRisk
Risk, by First Mate Yenay. The Captain took me aside today. She wasn't cruel, only concerned. She reminded me that we know so little about the mer and where they came from. I am not about to listen to old stories of pirates being dragged under the waves and transformed! And if it were to happen, at least I could be with him. I dove into the sea again that night, eager to wash away the argument. I soon found that I was not the only one who had had a confrontation that day. There was a scratch on his arm. Deep, I think, though he would not let me touch it. Nor tend to the wound, not that I knew how. I swam with him instead. I awoke today to a wrongness – to silence. Now it is nearly the evening, and I have not heard his song. Every moment until sunset is agony.The Coral FortressA Better Offer
(It's unclear who wrote this journal...) "If you want peace, prepare for war." Words spoken by a general whose bones long ago crumbled to dust. Words that these bones still remember. I have spent my life preparing for war. More than that – I have crafter war, mastered the art of it. Once, I came close to losing myself to its flames. My efforts were unappreciated, my finest weapons used by pitiful pirates to skewer snakes or hack at one another in some pointless brawl, but I persisted. My loyal Skeleton Fleets introduced the Sea of Thieves to the truth of war. Better yet, my efforts at The Reaper's Hideout taught pirates to war among themselves. None of it has been enough, but now... an invitation. The ultimate test of my skills. Fashioning a War that will end all Wars. How can I possibly refuse?The Coral FortressChange
Change, by First Matey Yenay. It has been weeks since I felt like writing anything. Like feeling anything. Weeks since I have seen him. And then today... a shadow, under the ship. There was singing, too, but it was... different. A sad song. The others heard it, I could tell. The Captain has had her pistol loaded ever since. Sirens are nothing but an old pirate legend, but legends have a way of coming true out here, don't they? The Merchants talk of so many missing crews... If pirates can become merfolk, then what might merfolk become? The sad song is back. Louder. All around us now. He is here, and he is not alone.The Coral FortressA Change of Location
(It's unclear who wrote this journal...) I have become used to hiding. I hid my arm from customers, not to mention my hag of a sister, when my skeletal curse first began to claim it. Later, I hid my name, then my voice, and – reluctantly – my face. Whenever a fresh start was needed, I would depart. Retreat, too, is a part of war. Thankfully, I have become quite adept at sailing beneath the waves, an advantage shared both by Davy Jones and the Flying Dutchman itself. Jones was wise to ally with the Sirens. Temperamental as they are, their spires and fortresses are born from the sea, and Jones cannot set foot on land. As his allies, we shall soon carry the Eternal Bargain of Davy Jones to places he may not tread. I have arrived, and the Dark Brethren court is about to form...The Coral FortressRescue
Rescue, by Yenay. Even as he tore our ship apart, he was weeping. Tears from those blank, pale eyes, no longer kind. Twin mirrors, reflecting my horrified face. The Captain is gone. She flung herself into the water with her pistol and blunderbuss, ignoring my panicked shriek not to hurt him. Buying us time. I don't feel despair. I don't even feel fury. I feel certainty, because I know what has to be done. Finally, it is my turn to rescue him. I am Yenay, First Mate no more. However long it takes me, I will not stop and I will not falter. Not until I am once again gazing into those kind eyes.The Coral FortressThe Brethren Convenes
The Brethren Convenes, by Wanda the Warsmith. Scrutinising this strange collection of faces – some unfamiliar, some unexpected – I have finally realised just what has drawn us here. The Fallen Ruler – the gold on his skull now mottled and tarnished, whose greed could never be sated by the paltry tributes of his disciples. Davy Jones himself – once a pirate, whose greatest love was the sea, but that sea betrayed him in the end. Took all it could, gave nothing back. The Outcast – blamed by his kin for causing chaos, now lured here by the Sirens' song. He sees, at last, that his dream is over. It is time to wake up. We are all here because we have lived the lie of the pirate's life, in our own ways, and it brought us nothing but anguish. Now it is time for the lie to end.The Coral Fortress
