For those curious, the lyrics to the shanty being sung by the sailors of Minos. It's an old song, and most certainly not a Dinah-original, though she's responsible for its spread.

I'm the man before the mast
  That ploughs the raging sea
And on this simple subject
  Will you please enlighten me
Common sailors we are called
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( Written in a flowing feminine hand, in fine black ink in a battered, sea-stained diary. )

In honor of there now being four female pirates...

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( I'm a lady. I try not to be vulgar. )

Summary: Dinah, Cyrus, Molly and Gilgamesh sail out of Amber's waters, heading towards Shu-Fen. They run into a less than friendly inhabitant of the seas.

The Ten of Swords
    This is the deck of a two-masted caravel. She flies no flag and is emblazoned with no crest. Her lateen sails are a deep crimson. She is     built from dark brown wood which, ( Read more... )

Written in a flowing feminine hand, on fine parchment in deep blue ink. The envelope is sealed by golden wax, and addressed to the Commodore of Cameron

My Dear Commodore,

I regret to inform you that things in Amber have not gone very smoothly. The Fleet has yet to see action, though I hope that will be corrected in short order.

I was requested by one ( Read more... )

There's a call from the pier that the Golden Apple is moored at. A short, scrawny figure yells up, "Captain on board?"

"Aye, Discordia on deck!", calls out one of the crewmen. Dinah, herself, is just emerging from her quarters.

Random calls, "I've got permission to come board, right?"

Dinah peers over the rail, and to Random. There's a pause for ( Read more... )

The verse and the chorus
The birds and the bees
May smite or ignore us despite our pleas
What is this terrible thing brings us towering to our knees?
Maybe we should fall in Love....

(  Written in by a flowing feminine hand, in fine black ink in a battered, sea-stained diary... )

( Written in by an angry, but flowing feminine hand, in fine black ink in a battered, sea-stained diary. Unlike other entries, this is written in an obscure Minosian dialoge... )

Cyrus exits the Mead Hall on Dinah's arm. He is smiling and seems quite determined about reaching his destination.

Malachi has just come within sight of the mead hall, and raises a hand in greeting as he sees Cyrus and Dinah, his pace brisk.

Dinah laughs at something murmured by Cyrus, a smile on her own lips. She returns Malachi's greeting, fingers ( Read more... )