Yohohoho!
This's Hervey, writin' in here while Dario searches the net for some appropriate icons for our collective journal. Of LOVE. (Yeah, right. He'll probably get back to us by the end of the day when he's done looking through his stash of porn.) We're pirates, this means we're cooler than you, and Sigurd I'm just telling the truth so you can stop glarin' at me over my shoulder now. Tightass.
Anyhoo, not much goin' on as of this writing. Except, you know, that fairy kid who keeps stammering tryin' to shoot us down as I type. The kid Lady Kika picked up seems to know him, judging from the way he keeps slapping his forehead and grinding his teeth. Seriously. It's audible, and I'm on the other side of the deck.
Oops, better get back on duty, hole was just blown in about five feet from where I'm sitting, hahahaha. Right back at you after the battle's over, yeah?
