“Drifting endlessly, we cannot gain our bearings in these frigid waters of what we believe are the northern oceans of the Old World. We came upon another ship and decided a raid would be in order.

Much to our suprise, we were beaten about the decks with no quarter asked for and none taken. We gave as good as we got, although Whips Followers in the end escaped with a win in this battle.

Cannis Marcy again suffered an injury, and afterwards we "requested" that he do some "diving" for sunken treasure. We shall miss him, harharhar!!!

Adrift on some flotsom we found a wild Norseman, who calls himself Wilhelm. After brandishing a knife he stated he was joining our crew.

Cheers.”