Captain Liam's Log

Captain Liam's Logbook on his adventures and exploration of the world for the glory of Her Majesty the Queen. Also accompanied by Alistair; no one really knows what he's here for.

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By Daniel Ernst

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Commentary from Alistair and Liam on Entry 2

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Blooper from Entry 2 - Brains Bison

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Some Time in June. Or July. I don't remember.

I've been on this hell known as a boat for a week, or more, or less. I don't know anymore. I've spent most of my time leaning over the edge of the ship attempting to switch the placement of my lungs and my colon. When I am not feeding the fish the majority of my last meal I am in my bunk with a cold sweat, shaking. Suffice it to say, the last fortnight has not been pleasant in the least.  Alastair, in my absence, has certainly stepped up and done his bit in keeping me updated, as consciousness allows, and keeping the expedition members in check. Alastair did alert me to a disturbing fact the other day however. Evidently Jenkins, the damned kid, has found a way into the alcohol supply and has gotten absolutely knackered. We've tried to keep him from rum and other spirits for a while now, fearing the consequences of their discovery. The reprehensible part of the whole issue is that he's been giving some of his beverages to Sean as well as drowning his own sorrows. Next time we make it to the Americas, Jenkin's mother is going to be extraordinarily cross with me. And that is why Alastair is going to be the one delivering that news. The voyage is going as well as it can. Alastair tells me we are making good time, and are estimated to arrive to the area the islands have been seen within two weeks or so. I'm not quite sure what to expect upon getting to the island, or islands. There is really little more than a rumor to tell us that there is something out there, something potentially valuable. So, for the honour of the Empire, we shall pursue the lead, for glory and adventure. Time for a bit of time on deck now. I pray this sickness passes soon. Liam Captain of His Majesty's 3rd Cartography Unit

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Like hell I’m telling Jenkin’s mother. Jenkins is a big boy and drink what he wants. If Liam sends me to tell his mother, I’ll just say the Captian’s the one gave him the liquor. He’ll be too sick to notice anyway. Jenkins better stop giving it to Sean though; last thing we need’s a drunk, half-sick dog running around our ship. Poor boy. I swear the crewmen would have him thrown overboard sometimes if I weren’t watching out for him… make that both of them.

Alistair, Second in Command for the His Majesty’s 3rd Cartography Unit

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June 5th, 1904 For Her Majesty's Cartography Unit Somewhere off the coast of South Africa

Our party is currently off the coast of South Africa, having resupplied and boarded a new ship in Durbin. This being the first entry in a new log book, I had best review the events of the last month. The last log book was lost with the HMS Roebuck off Madagascar on the return trip from India. It was... disposed of... when I knew that the privateer scum were going to take the ship. We gave as good as we got in the battle, but the ship was lost, as well as some 15 of the crew. We were left with a damn long row back to Africa. As an aside, I'm not eating fish again for a while. Our current ship, the White Rose, is bound for the mid Atlantic, where there is rumored to be a chain of islands that has not shown up on any maps made to date.  In the sinking of the Roebuck I managed to get away with the Kurkri that I acquired in Nepal while I was traveling through the region. A source of mine mentioned a temple in a remote region to the north of the country that would be worth a look in future. See the letter dated 18th of April, 1904 that was sent to the Cartography Unit in England for more details. Making way through Madagascar and finding a new ship for the leg to Durbin was a mild challenge. It was like catching a glimpse of a star on a summer's night in London. First was the lack of water, food, and acceptable currency that we dealt with upon our landing. I was still violently ill from our three days in a dingy, and could barely walk straight for a day. I sent Alastair out to find some food and water, but having never been to the Dark Continent, he accidentally married a native woman in return for a day’s meal. She was slightly less attractive than the bison that Lewis and Clark showed me. Once I could walk again, it took a day or so to find Alastair, but I managed to steal him away in the dead of night. No mean feat with the amount of chickens in the hut. On the way back to the rest of the party a stray dog started following us. I've started feeding him and call him Sean. We'll see how long he lasts with us.  We got to Port Tulear within about a week or so, and found a ship on its way to Durbin within another week. I'm always amazed at the configurations of driftwood that float and are allowed to be called a ship. This one, named Servitude, used to be a slaver between West Africa and the Americas, but has sense fallen into vast disrepair. I tied Sean up for fear that if he shat on the wrong board we might have another wreck on our hands.  A storm is picking up, so I'm going to make my way up on deck to enjoy the sea wind and empty my bowels.

Liam Captain of Her Majesty's Cartography 3rd Unit, the Tigers