Midshipman Jenkins: Mental log of Midshipman Leigh R Jenkins. Day… er… not sure, as this this is a mental journal I have no documented point of reference. Starting to run low on food, getting sick of rowing, and wish things had gone better back on that pirate ship.Wondering where I can really go from here. I speak no African languages, about enough Spanish to order wine and purchase a donkey, and only enough French to get my face slapped. Perhaps I should consider going back, disguise as a pirate crew, slip aboard a ship, and get off at…
Midshipman Jenkins: Captain Witherspoon, Sir?
Better come aboard, we could use another pair of hands.
Midshipman Jenkins: Glad to, Sir.
What are doing all the way out here in row boat, man?
Midshipman Jenkins: The giant killed everyone on the Eviscerator.
I know, Lieutenant Kirk and I only just made it off the deck before it got completely torched by that Hell Bastard.
A few of us were in the jaws of the Eviscerator, the crew had fired two shots upon the giant and so a group of us were about take boats to engage him. But the doors sealed shut with only a hand-full of us already out.
EVE-5000: Lower decks sealed.
He released a cloud of death and I saw the crew perish.
EVE-5000: Neurotoxin released.
Midshipman Jenkins: The giant left and tore the sail from a nearby pirate ship before making his way to shore.We knew our only chance was to sneak up on the ship, dispatch it’s skeleton crew, and raid it for supplies, before taking a boat to shore to join our brothers in arms.