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[cunning_carrier]

[The audio filters through Alex's journal as he speaks. He's speaking from the deck of the ship he just arrived on, looking out over the rolling waves.]My name is...Alex. Alex Mercer. I don't the reason I've been brought to this ship. I don't know who's responsible for it. I don't even know how the hell I'd make my way home, from here. I know this

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[waterproofed]

[how do they keep getting the noobs on their boat?]

Did you... just show up?

[cunning_carrier]

...Yeah. Pretty much.

[waterproofed]

..Wow. Well, welcome to the Typhoon!

[cunning_carrier]

Typhoon? I hope it doesn't live up to the name. Where is this ship currently at? How did I get here?

[checkbelowdecks]

She's a full ship, not a boat!

[...yes, that is the only part Isabela heard.]

[cunning_carrier]

I never claimed to be a seamanship expert. I don't care about the terminology, I just want to know what the hell I've been dragged into.

[checkbelowdecks]

The Typhoon is a very nice ship. Not hellish at all! [except for maybe some of the holes here and there, when they ran into the Nacy]

[cunning_carrier]

As long as it doesn't sink, I couldn't give less of a damn if it was made of old loaves of bread.