Captain's Log #01
"Welcome to Paixao, we hope you enjoy your stay here."
Like hell I will!
If this is some sick joke from someone I've pissed off, I'm not so amused. Just wait 'til I find who's responsible for this... Better start running, cause your arse is mine.
Let me try and run this through my head again.
After coming off a successful raid, me and my crew were celebrating and having a good time. Drinking, dancing... all that good stuff. Then we hear a loud rumbling noise and go back inside to see what was wrong. The radars showed nothing, so I shrugged it off. But then... we hear it again, and my ship began shake and move a lot. I blacked out after that and woke up outside this place.
Nope, it still doesn't make one damn bit of sense.
I saw people all lined up so I asked them what the hell was going on. Useless, they didn't know anything worthwhile. I ended up making the line with them. Got myself this little gadget I'm typing on. Oh, and I got a stupid little brochure too.
Now I'm just sitting here, near some gate called Vanaheim, trying to figure out what the hell I'm going to do. No crew, no ship, stranded on an unfamiliar island with no money.
Eh, I've been worse off. I'm still pissed off though. Oy!
Like hell I will!
If this is some sick joke from someone I've pissed off, I'm not so amused. Just wait 'til I find who's responsible for this... Better start running, cause your arse is mine.
Let me try and run this through my head again.
After coming off a successful raid, me and my crew were celebrating and having a good time. Drinking, dancing... all that good stuff. Then we hear a loud rumbling noise and go back inside to see what was wrong. The radars showed nothing, so I shrugged it off. But then... we hear it again, and my ship began shake and move a lot. I blacked out after that and woke up outside this place.
Nope, it still doesn't make one damn bit of sense.
I saw people all lined up so I asked them what the hell was going on. Useless, they didn't know anything worthwhile. I ended up making the line with them. Got myself this little gadget I'm typing on. Oh, and I got a stupid little brochure too.
Now I'm just sitting here, near some gate called Vanaheim, trying to figure out what the hell I'm going to do. No crew, no ship, stranded on an unfamiliar island with no money.
Eh, I've been worse off. I'm still pissed off though. Oy!