Logbook of the Saint Adalar
(Manuscript was translated from german)
This is the captains log of the Saint Adalar reporting. We’ve started our journey from Hamburg towards New Antioch (May it never fall), where we are to support it’s fleet with our firepower.
As for our vessel, the Saint Adalar is a four decker ship of the line with 140 canons (blessed by the bishop of Cologne) and about 1050 crewmen, as well as a contingent of yeomen in case of heretic boarding efforts. I was told it was designed after the a Spanish ship and commissioned by the duke of New Antioch (May it never fall).
Between us and destination lie about 3630 sea miles and the journey (so god willing) will take approximately 15 days.
Today was uneventful and we’ve made good distance.
We’ve past the English Channel and are making way fast. No Heretics Ships have been detected so far. All is well.
The good weather continued all day. We saw a Heretic frigate on the horizon but they fled when they saw us. We stay on guard.
Heretic ambush! The frigate returned with another of it’s kind. We’ve fended them of, but suffered loses:
1 Canon was broken by enemy fire
13 Crewmen and 6 Yeomen died
6 Crewmen and 12 Yeomen wounded
We have anchored and repaired the ship, we’ll continue sailing tomorrow.
We are in a lull and have made less progress then usual. Moral is high and the wounded are healing rapidly, but there has been an epidemic of bad dreams among the sailors and Yeomen.
We’ll pass Gibraltar tomorrow. I can’t say I’m happy about it. Ever since the strait was taken by heretics, passage has become difficult and time consuming.
Outside of my worries; the winds have not come back and the dreams continue among the Yeomen and Sailors. Still, our chaplain is hard at work keeping moral high.
The journey up to this point was far from optimal but a bit of luck, we’ll manage. In New Antioch (May it never fall) the Saint Adalar will get repairs and our sailors some good sleep.
Both of them need it. The ship is not getting better.
Catastrophe! Our mast broke in the morning and in our efforts to fix it let to us getting of course. When we arrive in Antioch, I’ll talk about a promotion for our chaplain. The dreams have spread to most people on board. Only my first mate, myself and the chaplain have been spared so far, later of which is going everything to keep moral up.
We were woken late at night by an explosion. A nightly patrol, weakened by his lack of sleep, dropped his torch into an oil spill which set our black powder on fire.
2 Crewmen and 1 Yeomen dead
3 Crewmen and 2 Yeomen injured
Our anchor was lost during the commotion, as to how: we don’t know.
Were still in lull and have started to drift again. I pray we’ll hit the British isles, because I don’t know if we’ll be found if not. A thick fog has come up from the deep, some say it’s a bad sign but I cling to hope. What’s left of moral is now gone.
I had a dream last night. We sank and I surrounded by my drowned crew sank below the waves. I was surrounded by black for what felt like eternity until… something came into view. A city glowing from within. The bodies around me chanted something, though I could not understand what.
We have eaten all our rations. Still drifting in the fog. Nightmares are getting worse.
We have eaten one of the yeomen who fell in battle, Willhelm was his name, I think. The hunger makes it hard to think.
I can now understand the voices in my dream. “Find paradise and wake the dreamer.”
I think the current were drifting on is taking us there. Maybe it’s a gift of the lord?
The Chaplain is the only one who doesn’t eat the dead. He is getting weak.
Were still drifting. Paradise is waiting but it almost feels like something keeps us away.
The crew is getting rowdy. There are no more corpses.
I know why were not at paradise. The dreams told me. The dream told us all. The chaplain.
We will sate our hunger on him. God wills it.
We killed the chaplain and put him in the stew. Then we arrived.
This place is not of god. But it is paradise.
(This manuscript was looted of the corpse of a heretic naval raider by captain Eton after an encounter on the beaches of Cornwall. These raiders were noted to have been “Uglier and more fish like than the rest”, to quote the captain, who send the manuscript back to high command.
The church annals of the church have shown that the Saint Adalar was indeed commissioned by the church and was send to New Antioch (Blessed be its name) but never arrived. How its logbook came into heretic hands is unknown.)
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