[Cailín]

Saddened by the loss of their Seer, the passengers were more determined than ever to catch a wolf today.

"We cannot fail Holbytlass," claimed Caranlondien passionately. "I shall personally find the wolvish ones among us today." She observed her fellow passengers uncomfortably. "I need a drink. Where's Glirdan?"

The rest of the passengers shared her sentiments (and not just regarding the drink) and immediately, a heated discussion ensued. At the end of the day, there seemed to be no one who had not been accused of some kind of crime, even those who Holbytlass had declared innocent.

"Findeasea kicked my dog," said Firefoot huffily. "I saw her do it."

Yet none was accused with such fire as Rune, Son of Bjarne, formerly a slave and now merely a nuisance. With a clear majority, he was the one facing the wrath of the mob today.

"We don't have a plank anymore," said Gurthang, mournfully gazing at the broken piece of wood.

"I always find decapitation works particularly well for me," grinned Taliesin.

"Any last words?" asked Kath.

Rune looked around nervously, cowering against the railing.

"Confess, cheese eater!" demanded Anguirel, pointing his sword at the slave. "You feasted on Holbytlass eyeballs tonight."

"Well…," said Rune in a soft, shaky voice. "One has to eat something when there is no cheese to be had."

A wave of fear passed through the ship and even Sir Horatio backed off a little. The fearful, guileless eyes of the slave had suddenly turned yellow.

"And we all know," continued Rune. "We all know the full moon… even the night thing… is just a myth."

With a maniacal laugh, he threw his head back and gazed up to the sun. As his nose started to lengthen and his face turned hairy, he let out a howl and jumped on Weslamond the Dread Pirate jr. Fiercely he aimed for her eyes, trying to gauge them out with his newly begotten claws.

"Eyeballs, eyeballs," he sang to the sky.

Weslamond screamed in despair but the passengers seemed nailed to the deck. Even though the wolves had picked them off one by one for four successive nights now, none could quite believe they had actually managed to find one after so many failures. In a last, hopeless attempt to save herself from blindness, Weslamond jumped over the railing.

"Har!" she laughed. "I learned to swim, you know." She paddled a bit further away from the ship. "And I am getting out of this mad journey. No treasure to be had anyway."

Suddenly, from behind her, Weslamond heard a piercing screeching sound.

"It cannot be!" she gasped.

It could. Within minutes, Screaming Eels had devoured the wannabe-pirate. None of the passengers seemed even remotely disturbed.

Meanwhile, it took the combined efforts of Sir Anguirel and Taliesin to fight off the loose wolf on the ship. Finally it was Durelin who came to her senses.

"Enough," she spoke. With a dramatic ninja gesture (that of course was invisible to normal human eyes because of speed, agility and similar qualities) she took out a kunai and threw it at Rune the Wolf. It hit him right in his heart and the wolf-slave fell to his knobbly, hairy knees.

"Too little…," he grunted. "… Too late."

"We shall see about that," said Findeasea.

The tides were turning. The passengers had at last caught a fiend.

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Captain Cailín's Log

What a relief! He sang about cheese even in his sleep, you know.

Signed,
Kath





~The dead ~
Nogrod – sub-mod, ripped into pieces of flesh and bones by the werewolves on Night1
Cailín – mod, forced to walk the plank at the end of Night1/ the beginning of Day1
Nilpaurion Felagund – ranger, lynched himself at the end of Day1
Eomer of the Rohirrim – ordinary passenger, replaced the main topmast during Night2
Lhunardawen - ordinary passenger, overcame her seasickness by force at the end of Day2.
JennyHallu - Hunter
Formendacil - ordinary passenger
Mormegil - ordinary passenger, found fault in the ship's structure at the end of Day3
Holbytlass - Seer, killed by the wolves during Night 4
Diamond18 - ordinary passenger, brutally devoured by Screaming Eels
Rune Son of Bjarne - Wolf, pierced by Durelin's dagger at the end of Day 4


~The living ~
Durelin -- eye-borrowing Jounin instructor
Caranlondien -- ships's bartender
Findëasëa -- Occupational health and safety specialist
Kath -- plotting slave
Lalaith -- Football Widow
Firefoot -- wandering traveller with a dog that dislikes pirates

Gurthang -- Plank Operator
Taliesin -- criminal who was set adrift
Saucepan Man -- Rear-Admiral Sir Horatio Potboiler
Sir Anguirel Spens (Anguirel)
Glirdan -- drunken porter
Friedrich Engels (the guy who be short)


Another Night has come. Sweet dreams, everyone. And wolves, tell me, who shall not wake up?