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'''Title: Captain's Log 4'''

'''Author: Johne'''
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Later that evening...

The weather is much of 
what I'd expect given our 
location, which at last 
report, had us somewhere 
in the vicinity of the 
Western Coast of Ocllo. 
Winds continue to hold, 
seas are relatively calm. 
My head aches with a 
dull throb. I'm hitting the 
rack early. EXO 
Kirkpatrick has night 
watch.

A full day past, 
midafternoon...

Something has gone 
terribly wrong. I was 
thrown from my rack in 
the wee hours of 
yesterday morning by a 
violent jolting of the 
ship. When I arrived on 
deck the helmsman was 
nowhere to be found, and 
only Kirkpatrick was 
fighting against a ripping 
current like none I've 
seen in all my years at 
sea. Kirkpatrick is a fine 
officer but not worth a 
damn as a sailor. I am 
told Kirkpatrick was 
making rounds when he 
returned to the ship, 
wildly off course. If I had 
not seen it with my own 
eyes I would not believe 
it...some kind of vortex....a 
swirling current with the 
Ararat loss to its 
embrace. It wasn't shortly 
thereafter I was thrown 
to the deck...what little I 
can remember, as seems 
to be the case with most 
of the crew is sketchy 
at best.

The Ararat, while 
structurally intact is not 
fit for sailing. Her hull 
has been breached and 
her sails torn. Debris 
litters all decks. If I 
didn't know any better I 
would say we were on 
the bottom of the Sea 
itself. One step off the 
Ararat's deck and you 
find yourself up to the 
boot cuff in sand...yet I 
can move and act as if I 
were standing on 
Britannia's shores...even 
the sea creatures appear 
to move effortlessly 
around us. Our crew has 
sustained casualties, albeit 
a minimal loss. All 
officers are present and 
accounted for with 72 
able bodied souls on 
board. I am leading a 
search party after I and 
the crew have rested and 
fed. I can see no sun nor 
the moons from where we 
are...

[[Category:Enchantment of the Royal Sea]]