Day One: We set off once again for adventure! The Chance is outfitted and we have all of our cargo ready to take to the Elven home island, Heartland. I can hardly remember ever being there. I… I think I was in a crate or something. I vaguely recall a city port, some tall elves wearing what looked like wood. And then I was shipped off into the sky to go work in the research facility. I do know that I’m not excited to go back. This is a risky mission. But I feel like for once I have the chance to do some real good for someone else, so I’m excited. I haven’t felt this way since I tricked that miserly old Elf and permanently disabled his distribution control over the city water supply. We’re going to stroll right up to the face of danger and kick him right in his gangly old jubblies!
Day Seven: We are one quarter of the way to Heartland and things have been pretty quiet. No more headless vegetable men trying to start the ship on fire. But we’re running out of things to do. Shasta hasn’t been taking notes and he’s getting a little irritable. Tomlin just talks about ships and sailing. He still won’t talk about why he knows so much, though. He gets grumpy now when I ask. Soraka is making up songs and praying. Bert.. well.. Bert smells. He’s been sick since we left port and we had to confine him. I keep look out. I just wish there was something to look at.
Day Thirty Five: We are a week overdue at our destination. No one wants to talk to each other except Soraka and I. We’re also constantly running low on food, scavenging what we can. I’ve been managing to keep us fed by trolling nets in the sky, but we’re going to need something substantial pretty soon. We don’t know why we aren’t already at Heartland except that sometimes the islands move. People are on edge.
Day Forty Three: Land Ho! Finally something to look at! The only bad part was that we didn’t reach Heartland. This little island though was something of an oasis for us. I scraped some food off the bottom of the island. I bet if I can boil some water I can make some good tea with it! The little island had a little forest but it was NOT filled with little things! Way up in one of the trees we found huge pieces of fruit! They looked so delicious that I had to climb up and get some down for us. Soraka caught them so they would not bruise. Shasta remembered that beneath fruit trees, buried in the muck, blood grubs build colonies. I don’t think I’ve ever seen him so happy! He was buried halfway into the ground digging out those nasty smelling critters and gorging himself. I really hope he didn’t bring any aboard the ship. We also found a large nest with some delicious looking eggs. Now something had to lay them. We set a trap to lure and catch the beast. As usual.. it didn’t go as expected. The creature turned out to look like a feathered, flightless skyler. While trying to capture it, we cracked one of its eggs and made it very angry. We put it down rather than let it kill and eat us. Soraka was not at all happy. She would have nothing to do with it. But we were out of food, and hunting this is no different than hunting skyler. I’m getting worried about her. I don’t know how she’s going to survive out here if she isn’t willing to fight for her survival. The good news is that we managed to get enough food from the flightless skyler and the eggs to make it two more weeks! And our ship figurehead got a fancy new hat I made from the skull! The bad news is that now the ship smells like blood grubs. Shasta had one stuck in his teeth. It wriggled. Note Two: Beware of blood grub breath. Naaaaaaaasty! We got back to the skies and sailed on! Today was a great day!
Day Fifty Seven: Pretty much everyone is sick of the song Soraka and I made up. I think Shasta and Tomlin are starting to think about locking us up. But they won’t have to! Because we finally reached Heartland. It took a little while to find out contact. He was some crazy old guy in a backwoods shop filled with stuff even I didn’t know what to do with. When I said what I was supposed to he led us underground again. last time we went underground, it got us gross smelly blood grubs. This time we got locked in a cage. The old guy was real kooky and said we didn’t say the right stuff. We kept telling him over and over that we did and we were here to help but he wouldn’t believe us until Shasta and Tomlin talked him into it. We were able to arrange a trade and deliver out goods as well as the supplies we had brought as an extra bonus from Gateway. Soraka found just the right merchant, he was very honest and helpful! He helped us see the value of our cargo and gave us a new bow! We managed to hire on a couple of more experienced sailors. Hopefully we’ll be able to get back to gateway a little quicker this time. Eight weeks was torture! There was one last complication. When we tried to settle up and leave, our contact on the island, that crazy old man, got us tangled up in a big mess of sympathy. He wants us to bring some passengers with, but these folks, well, frankly, they’re dangerous… and we’re not really equipped to handle passengers aboard the chance. And on top of that, they need to go to the frozen isle… that’s orc territory….