So, I think I finally got the hang of this device thing. It's pretty cool, actually.
But, right. Uh, got a report I made on this place - I think I got all the basics down pretty good.
Ah, Mr. Nags-A-Lot. Sorry, I don't know your name. He's got a thing against rats - really, what did rats ever do to you? Be careful about him. God forbid you have a sleeping disorder - he'll start thinking you're related to the vermin he hates! Kind of backwards thinking, but eh. The guy must be having a hard time adjusting.
Mrs. Elf-Lady; she's pretty sweet. Wakes me up when I have one of my fits. Uh. And apparently, she doesn't smell like a mermaid.
Apparently, there is law and order in this place and it's run by the Task Force. I don't know who runs it or if they're going to start making rules about piracy anytime soon but, apparently they're around.
They have sea monsters here, kind of like home.
The lack of meat right off the bone is disturbing.
And wouldn't you know it, the sand man himself is here. Guess old habits die hard, huh, prison-mate?
Well, that's it for now. I think I'm going to check out the beach for a while.