I got tired of all your whining and bellyaching, so I threw the book overboard. Then the crew started carrying on, all, "no, Cap'n, don't throw that away, log books are important!" and all that rot. I have a crew now. They're all idiots. So I bought some other book and pretended like I was writing in that for a coupla months, 'cept then one day the bosun found this bit of rubbish STUCK IN THE ANCHOR.

Still holds ink and everything.

I know my kind haven't used weapons in a hundred thousand years or something but I am personally gutting every one of these grog-swilling swine first chance I get. Because it's my grog they're swilling and I still don't know how they got into it

I've finally arrived in Begnion. Apparently my double does business here - does anyone know what sort of connections he has? He doesn't seem to be around to flout take advantage of them, and it really would be a shame to let some untold amounts of profit go to waste.

And I'm going to try to figure out whose ship this be is, and whether or not I'll have to kill them to keep it. I hope they're dead. Ditto for my double. It would just be much more convenient that way, don't you think?

Well, I didn't have time to respond to all your charming comments because I was busy. You know. Sailing, and all that.

...But I seem to have run aground. It's a small island south of Begnion proper, and I believe it's Begnion territory. Still don't know what do do with the ship. I would leave it, but it's the only property I have in this world and the primary means to acquiring more.

[Illegible scribblings; almost every decipherable word is "scurvy"] And I'm none too keen on this "chaos" business, either. Perhaps if I remain here for the duration, I won't do any further damage to my reputation...

This isn't me my ship and this isn't me my book, unless I be in the habit of letting assorted landlubbers less nautical personages go writing in it all over the place...

I've just read everything else in this book, and it seems that ye all be full of pox it can be used for communication. So, if anyone can read this: I be am Nasir, captain of a small merchant vessel currently adrift in the Gazaleah Sea, and I come from the world that... Isn't this one. I am finding all of this a bit hard to swallow, but I see no other explanation for my current situation unless it's a question of laying off the grog. I'll attempt to make port somewhere in Begnion, I suppose, though me bloody crew's like to be lying about on me real ship getting tropical diseases it may take some time to accomplish this by myself.

I'd also like to take this opportunity before I meet any of you in person to allay any suspicions of illicit activity. In my world I have been long believed to be a pirate or smuggler of some sort, but whatever you've heard is bilge, and I'll have the ears of the dog as told ye simply untrue.

Now to find out if there's any food on this thing...