July 13th , 1420: Well we're out of the hell hole or should I say Markstone. Out on the open sea heading for an island known as Port Ford. I've heard it has good food and is pretty safe. We may hire a chef there because neither me nor Sam can cook worth a damn and we're tired of drinking our meals. We should get there by tomorrow
I suppose I should talk about the last log I left. Specifically the July 8th log. I said something about people having plenty of good reasons to fear me. I should elaborate on that. When I was a child both my parents died, allegedly I cried so hard that the ground shook and the sea rose.
Strange things happen around me. Rocks will randomly shake and water will start becoming angry like a storm at sea. An old woman in Markstone used to call it "A King's Spirit" or something like that. I never really payed much attention to what she said about it.
NOTE FROM SAM: Could you please stop talking about that chick you like so much in your sleep? It's annoying.
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The Sea of Hell
ПриключенияThis is the journal of captain Connor L. Wallace, a captain taking his crew to an unknown and unexplored part of the sea that only a few have ever laid eyes on. Humans and beasts of excellent power and strange abilities rule these waters. Captain Wa...
