#roche journal

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Day 273 - It seems that the island sand was bad for my skin. Now I do wish for something softer, perhaps I should go see some people. Preferably however, once I return to civilization, I'd enjoy a cup of whiskey and a bath. The satin sheets of a stolen Spanish governors bed or perhaps the french opium everyone is so fond off. Some meat would also be lovely. Living vegetarian is not for me. Ah, this was not a jab at the 'culo' of a certain Spanish woman, dear diary. No it was merely a dietary observation. Do not forget that I require my sustenance. Hm, perhaps I am getting mad, speaking to you as if you were a real person. Yet, in my head you are. Ah, you kept me sane these last few months.

Roche’s Journal

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Day ? - So, I've been stuck on this island for a number of weeks ...months now. Yes, I do not know how this happened nor do I know what happened. I'm kind of confused as to whatever I am still alive or this is the cruel touch of Davy Jones trying to drown me in the briny seas. Perhaps, it is but a mere illusion and I am ill for a night in a bed in Tortuga, succumbing to the fear and plague. Nevertheless, I do miss some of my favorite people. ...Ah, the sight one more time would drive me insane.

Roche Brassiliano

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Day 4 Addendum - Suddenly I had three rather sexual thoughts about three different women. Enjoyable.

Roche’s Journal

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Day 4 Addendum - I have received a small dagger made out of gemstone from ...a generous donor to my cause. It is rather lovely looking. Soon, I will also eat some lobster. I have yet to have this delicacy from the Northern New World, yet some were shipped to Port Royale. We graciously intercepted them.

Roche Braziliano’s Journal

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Day 4 Addendum - It seems today everyone is in heat, in this heat. Peculiar, I like it.

Roche Journal

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Day 4 - The cabal of women against the most glorious pirate, Roche Brasilliano, has been quiet this morning. That is good, because my tailor was measuring my chest and any interuption might create unwanted space in my leather jacket. I also duelled a Frenchman. He is a sleep now. For eternity.

Roche’s Journal

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Day 3 addendum - Not only have I regained my clothing that I lost two days past, I have also created a group of women that seems to not only be bound on inserting difficulty in my life. No, they also seem to have certain sexual and romantic feelings for one another and others close to them. I find this peculiar, as I have yet to meet a group like this, new experiences. That being said, I have a shirt now, so I am going on a raid tomorrow.

Roche Brazilliano’s Journal

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Day 3 - I met a peculiar man today. He spoke about some curse that when you stole a coin from a chest, you'd be forever a skeleton in the light of the moon. Sounds pretty much like a made up story to me, but he flicked a strange coin with a skull on it, so it might be true? Anyhow, he gave me free rum and it was good, so I'm not complaining.

Roche Brazilliano’s Journal