MoonsClues🌻

Week 16:

Four months since my crew and I set sail. Rowdy bunch they are but they mean well. Landlubbers a lot of them, young and inexperienced. No other crews welcomed them but I needed the men, for what I plan to do requires all the hands I can get

Week 18:

Enemies tried to attack today. We were surrounded…all sides. My men proved themselves worthy, fought with such strength and rigor. We rid the foes of their treasure and of their lives. We have a ways to go. Some of my mates who have sailed along side me before are starting to ask what exactly we’re looking for. “A treasure beyond your most wild dreams” is all I can say to them, for if I said anymore I fear what they’d do to take it for themselves

Week 20:

AM I NOT THE CAPTAIN DAMMIT! DO I NOT HAVE AUTHORITY OVER MY SHIP AND THOSE ABOARD. If I want to go through those waters THEN WE SHALL TRAVEL THOSE WATERS! You think I am afraid, you think I am frightened. “But the tales of men who never return and those who do never return the same” TO THINK I AM AS WEAK AS THE AVERAGE MAN. I am better than that STRONGER THAN THAT. I’ve heard all the stories. Men disappearing without so much as a buckle left behind. Wandering off their ships, plunging into the roaring waters. Hearing things that are not there. They say they just suddenly loose their minds. But I shall not, I will not. I am strong in both mind and soul, nothing or no one shall take me down…not without me taking it down with me

Week 21:

My men or should I say these boys are beginning to disappoint me. As we approach closer to ‘the cursed waters’ as they began to call them they act less and less like those rowdy bunch who were so eager to pillage and plunder whenever they could. Now they’re sitting in corners, coddling themselves, whispering soft nothings about absolutely nothing, convincing themselves of god knows what, telling themselves that they might die. Well in my book, a pirate afraid to die for their ship is no pirate at all

Week 22 (Day 1):

It’s late but I cannot sleep. We slowly approach the waters. Longer trip if we avoid this area but why should we go around when we can go through. By this time tomorrow we shall be halfway through the waters and even closer to getting my treasure. Nothing is going to stop me

Week 22(Day 2):

The water are rocky as I thought but still nothing other than the rushing waves. I haven’t a clue why the tales have travelled such as they have. People wanting a story to their name I suppose.

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Whispers…Im hearing the whispers of my name...of someone calling out to me. My men, it has to be, it must be, but they say it is not. They lie, they do not trust me for bringing them this way so they lie to me, trick me into believing I am losing myself to the waters but I will not.

Week 22 (Day 6):

Missing, my men MISSING. I do not believe it. TRICKS! TO TRY AN BETTER ME! My men missing, it cannot be true. I still hear the whispers, they grow louder in my ears, it’s becoming harder to ignore the way it makes my ears ring

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…right off. He just walked…right off. I thought nothing of it as he stood by the edge of the boat. Watching the waters. One second, I looked away for one second and when I look back there he was standing in the ledge. He said something. I don’t know what for I was to far and he spoke too soft. But one second he was there and another…gone.

I am not admitting to anything but maybe the air and water is different in these parts, but if so why have they not affected me

Week 23? 24?:

I’m losing track of time and losing track of the last of my men. I feel the exhaustion of a weeks worth of travel yet we have made no progress, it’s like we are forever stuck in the middle of these waters. But I know that time must be passing fore every chance I look upon my crew I see less and less. Morale is lower than low…it’s nonexistent. A fog has casted over us, it’s thick…heavy…like I can feel it on my skin and on my tongue. I feel that these men are just waiting for the day that they are next.

Week…:

Gone. Every single one…gone. It was quiet, as quiet as it can be on the rushing and rocking shores when suddenly shots rang out. I ran from my cabin to find the last of my men engaged in battle. At first I believed there was a rouge ship lost in the fog but as I went to join I saw nothing, no one. Not a shot being fired back or even at us for that matter. They killed each other, whether they realized in the moment or not.

Something might be out there, something taking over the minds of the men who travel these waters, but all I can think about is why leave me last, why shouldn’t I die with my crew and go down with my ship

Entry:

I am hearing music. Soft, sweet melodies move through my ears. I do not know where it is coming from and I have stopped trying to look for it. It’s nice…calm. It relaxes me in a way I have never felt before. It feels like peace, like I can truly rest. Maybe this is what my men heard, maybe this is what lead them to…disappear. Can’t say I really blame them

Entry 2:

A WOMAN…I think or maybe a man…a…person.

I found a person in the water. First I thought it was one of my men and secondly I thought they were dead but then I see them cough and fail so I rushed to get them out. Upon getting them to reach the deck I realized that they weren’t one of my men at all. They are sleeping now. I do not know where they came from or how they are even still alive but I shall not question it. For all I am aware this could be the waters playing a trick on me

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Wandering on the deck of the ship. The music in their head has stopped unfortunately, they were beginning to quite enjoy it. That person is still sleeping, at least they rather believe they are sleeping and not about how it is quite possible that they just have a dead body laying in one of their cabins. What happened, what went wrong. A simple expedition was all this was supposed to be. But now more than 15 men will never return home.

The sound of footsteps suddenly echo through the ship. The captain turns toward the room in which was occupied.

“Well at least I now know they aren’t dead,” the captain whispers to themself.

Out walks the new guest, slightly damp from the articles of clothing that cling to their body still wet from the seas they were pulled from and shivering almost indiscernibly.

“W-where am I,” the stranger stumbles out.

“You’re on my ship,” the captain replies staring them down

They’re unlike anything or anyone they’ve ever seen before. They look so…different, but in a good way…a unique way.

“That doesn’t seem efficient,” the voice breaks through the captain thoughts.

“I’m sorry what, “ the captain regains focus and makes eye contact with the stranger.

“I asked what your name was and you didn’t answer, figured if your name was silence that make it difficult to address and talk to you,” the stranger says with a slight chuckle and tinge of humor on their voice.

That sound…the captain wanted to do whatever they could to hear that sound again.

“Uhhh Ang…my name…everyone calls- called me Ang.”

“Called?” The stranger asked tilting their head.

Ang shakes their head. “Doesn’t matter, anyways to what do I call you since we’re sharing?”