Bounty Hunter's Journals
A New Prey
Three flagons of brandy and a fine meal claimed the last of my coin. Fortunately, I already have a new bounty in my sights. The simpering woman in her tent at first refused to hand the wretched paper over. “Too dangerous”, she said. What rot! I might well have turned my blade upon her but for my cardinal rule: I never kill for free. The paper is mine now, regardless. And who is this Briggsy? A capering child, it seems; a pirate more concerned with showing off than amassing any great fortune. She is known to make camp at Discovery Ridge. Doubtless I shall catch her there at play. We’ll see how long her humour lasts. Shark Bait CoveSurrounded by Fools
If there’s one thing pirates love more than their rum bottles, it’s making up ridiculous names for their pitiful fights of fancy. They insisted that Briggsy, my quarry, has been transformed into a ‘Skeleton Lord’ with others at her beck and call. Did they really expect to scare me with this revelation? Whether or not they can walk and talk, bones can be broken just the same. It makes me all the more eager to hunt the rat down and put her in her place. Perhaps we’ll finally meet at Kraken’s Fall… Discovery RidgeAt last, a clue!
I reached another of Briggsy’s nests to find it empty, or so I thought at first. That was when I heard the cries for help. His shouting led me to a scrawny little man, whose head fell some way short of my shoulder, mewling from inside a barrel. Having climbed inside when Briggsy and her crew arrived, he had spent the night cowering in his keg, only to find the lid stuck fast. I released him in exchanged for what little coin he had, and he was only too happy to reveal Briggsy’s heading: Wanderer’s Refuge. Kraken's FallClosing In
Too late once again, but by a matter of minutes. The ashes of her campfire were still smouldering, her prints fresh. If the wind remains fair, I’ll make it to Crook’s Hollow in time to introduce myself, and we’ll see how brave Briggsy really is. Her crew deserve no such consideration. I’ll smash them before they even know I’m there. A ‘’fair fight’ for hunter and prey. Her smart-mouthed skull will fetch a handsome price — that is, if I don’t decide to keep it as a trophy for myself instead… Wanderers RefugeDefeated?!
To think when I began my hunt at Sharkbait Cove that it would end this way! Beaten and humiliated, my weapons tossed aside. I struggled and spat as her bony fingers knotted my repos together, binding me. Each threat I uttered only made her laugh harder. And yet… She was glorious! I cannot deny it. With every shot she dodged, each blow parried, I realised I had finally met my match. I refuse to board the ferry. I cannot bear to return in shame — to see the faces of those who know me twisted into mocking sneers. Death it is, then. A new kind of journey, and perhaps new bounties? Maybe the Reaper himself needs an apprentice… Crook's Hollow
