Day 2
We was supposed to set sail at the crack of dawn today, but we didn't shove off until about two hours ago. Me scurvy crew can't tell a bunghole from their assholes. And me navigator has turrets. The memory of me mentor, One Eyed Phil keeps me going, though. I never did learn what happened to him, one day he was just gone, and all that was left was this ship he left to me. I decided to name the ship Phil, after One Eyed Phil. The Professor says that a French colony has been built on top of the site where the Temple of Pablo Buttsex used to stand. We'll have to land somewhere away from the port when we get there, since the French government doesn't take too kindly to our kind. The island should be directly south of here, hopefully these bilge rats don't mess things up.