Merfolk's Lullaby

Marooned

Marooned

(It's unclear who wrote this journal...)

Well, this is sticky pickle and no mistake. Must've hit my head really hard falling overboard, 'cost I've got no clue how I washed up here. S'pose there's no use crying about it. I've gathered up all the wood I can and set a fire to smoking. That's bound to catch an eye or two. It's a bit eerie, this place. Almost reminds me of the reef I stranded Rotten Roald on, so I could keep all the haul for my own two pockets. In fact, I could have sworn I already wrote all this down yesterday. Or was it the day before? Or the day before that? I can't rightly recall. Ship ahoy! Rescued at last... Cor, there's someone properly scary at the helm. Can't help but wonder what's underneath that mask...

    Merfolk's Lullaby