The return of the Norskmen..

Greetings..

The last months have been difficult. After a small talk with the mirror stalker known as Gackt, I decided to return Miyavi. Not that he was happy with it! He wanted to stay with tall people. And once he had returned to Gackt, he got married, and got his wife knocked up. I think he did it out of spite, now Gackt has to deal with a woman, and a baby! HAHA

As for me, and mine. We sailed to Japan to find a replacement. This was turblant. We were hi-jacked by a dirty old finn. (relation of Alexi?) he somehow came aboard out ship, and demanded our alcohol. The norsk and I were perplexed. In the end the idiot Dero gave him a bottle of rum! This was his downfall!! He got drunk, demanded to watch Planet of the apes, and accused me of hitting on him. Satyr decided to assert his masculinty and throw him off bord. Thus all was well, but we were an week off course. I have decided to invest in a plane. But soon we arrived in Tokyo Japan.

Once in Tokyo, I demanded all the men take a bath. What is it with men and the lack of showering! Alexi explain this to me!!! But in the end, I found a replacement meeves... Well, when I said A replacment, I mean two. ( What! I couldnt choose!) So I asked Hitsugi (nightmare) and Gara (merri) to be my cabin boys. Both of them wanted a chance to see the world.

So, on the way back to our base in Germany, the journey was faily smooth. At last I can out drink people! Both Gara who is the size of a six year old girl, and Hitsugi who is shorter then me, both got hammered on 4 beers! I DID NOT TAKE ADVANTAGE!! but I am loving the peace and quiet of life without.. ARE WE THERE YET, ARE WE THERE YET.... I hope Gackt appreciates this..

Capt V Stene

Aboard the Bodom

We've had a couple of months of rough seas aboard the Bodom.

Although our strategic retreat from the Cantabrigians was timely and necessary, it's left my crew with the problem of being stranded with only each other's company a lot of the time. That's mostly fine - we like each other - but there are fights breaking out (mostly over Tuomas' Dark Chest of Wonders) and the claustrophobia gets intense sometimes.

That said, we've had some excellent outings with Captain Gackt and met a very disturbing man in leather pants who just called himself Q, been to the land of the French and been injuired and abused by Captain Friden, who talked a lot about Catholic schoolgirls, and met a man in a hat who said he was The Doctor.

More to come when I am sober.

Commodore Alexi Laiho

A Strategic Retreat

Okay, first, it's great to see you back Captain Filth and Captain Gackt. The entrance was impressive, Gackt. Hyde left a stonefish in my boot though, could you please ask him not to?

Plenty to update on; I've collected a whole load of new crew, notably Simon and Markus from Zonaria (the pretty Swedish boys), and I was also joined by Tuomas and Marco when the Night Wish ran aground against the forces of The Thing That Should Not Be. They are all very good company. I also rescued Satyr from the island that Captain Abbath marooned him on and gave him to Captain Stene as a goodwill present, and now we have a sort of arrangement. Cough. All I am saying is that I am happy to share most of them but I am keeping my cabin boy very firmly where he belongs at all times (i.e. my cabin). Incidentally I keep finding very odd pictures of myself floating around the place. Some of them are... interesting. And most of them, for some reason, seem to feature me with wet hair (or general just-post-showeredness) and I have no idea why.

Due to ill health (going mad) I'm being forced to make a temporary strategic withdrawal from the lands of the Cantabrigians I've been fighting through, on and off, for the last couple of years; they are increasingly formidable enemies and I don't stand a chance of winning through to the final bosses until I'm better. I don't fancy another suicide attempt; that time between Something Wild and Hatebreeder taught me a few things. So maybe I'll see Captain Gackt and Captain Filth more? And Captain Stene, when you dock in the country, anyway.

Now I have to go and sort out official landing permits and stuff. Ugh.

Commodore Alexi Laiho

Dramatic Return

Lightning rent the sky, the clouds were thick and rain lashed the air yet on the horizon the figure of a ship could be made out. Her captain standing proudly (and handsomely) at the helm, seeming no to notice the rain that stung his eyes or wind that whipped through his hair, as his ship finally made her way to harbour. Or at least that's what the locals of this country would have reported had they been writing this log... and had they been mad enough to be outside on such a day. The truth matters not, I cut an impressive figure as our ship finally made port after months at sea. My travels have taken me to more lands than I care to report, it would take more than a simple log entry to tell of our adventures. From the forests and swamps of South East Asia to the cites of Europe. I have seen little of my rivals, erm, I mean fellow pirates. My ship happened upon the commodore's at one point, and we got hideously drunk as always happens when in the company of that fin. Cpt. Stene has stolen my cabin boy, probably when she was distracting me with pictures of the most beautiful man in Japan ::ahem:: Am currently planning war on her vessel... although I'm not really sure Miyavi's worth it. I had to tell Hyde that I was plotting to take her stock of vodka, if he finds out this is because of a boy he may throw one of his hissy fits and start sabotaging things again. On that front he's been remarkably well behaved these days. He tried to claim that I'd planned on seeing Laiho's ship, but we were in the middle of the ocean... miles from civilization and communications... there was no way I could have arranged that. It was pure coincidence that two pirate ships would meet in the desolate stretch of water! The trail of messages left in bottles was a purely experimental process... in the name of nautical science. It proved a great success. The problem of overseas communication has been solved. The only problem is you never know who you're going to pick up.
After departing from Laiho's vessel (no Hyde that is not a euphemism) we headed back towards Asia. The European climate is just too much. The voyage was not a smooth one. There was a problem with the navigation system as soon as we left harbour. After days of sailing around with nothing but sea before us I eventually discovered that the problem arose because Mana had attempted to customise the compass, thus jamming the needle and rending pointing North, or any direction other than Mana's face, impossible. A new compass was found hidden deep in Die's... possessions. I have no idea why he has a compass... I don't think I want to know either. He just said it was for locating... I thought it best not to press what it was locating. Back on course... and for Singapore. After a brief liaison with Sao Feng and his crew we headed north to Malaysia. Apparently there is something here that might interest us... or so the Singaporeans told us. I am beginning to fear that this was a plot to get us off their area. Cowards... what happened to standing and fighting? Booty will be picked up here never the less. More than likely to be used for bargaining with the Europeans if our ship ever makes it's way back that way.
For now I think I will stay here. Reports from Japan say it's cold. I have had enough cold having to live in Europe for such a long time.
Alas I fear I must sign off, it has been a long time I know.

Cpt. M. S. C. Gackt

I was drunk, I was very drunk...

... At cunning Fjalar's; It's the best stumble when each gets home. Retaining sense and reason.

Captain Stene here.

A week ago, we set off from the Germanic Isles to the British ones. The fog near blinded us, and we almost turn round, and had Midwinter celebration in Norge. But, we had promised to attend a new years party by some mardy little hobbit... em I mean the great and feared Captain Filth.

The transport in the lands of Britannia are much less to be desired. It took my crew 4 hours to get inland. Luckily Meeves slept most of the way. Alas poor Simon could not sneak away! Damn that Commodore.

Whilst inland, I met my good friend of mine, and we went ice skating. And afterwards a Kitten prevented us from getting to our tarven in good time! But this is a Kitten! so allowances were made. I met Captain Gackt, who spent most of the evening looking at himself in a book. Vain bastard.

My tarven was invaded by the most frightful of Trolls for the past few days!! Not only did it eat all of the food, leaving my crew to fend for itself, ( NOT GOOD IDEA) But it keeps making comments in a lackluster fashion about pirates. Nothing wrong with my profession. I shall send the crew out to slaughter the Troll in the morning.

Soon, we will see Captain Filth. And I can not wait for some fun!

I depart and leave some words of wisdom..

Do not shun the mead, yet drink moderately. Speak sensibly or be silent. None will hold you to be uncivil if you retire to be early.

Capt. Filth Returns

Late.
As per usual.
I do apologise.

I am currently stuck at land, though my new ship should be made ready soon enough. My crew are all on an extended shore-leave, and I shall gather them as soon as is possible to set sail again for some form of randesvous.

Last ship was sunk by some ungodly monster just south of Norway. The fucker stank aswell, worst monster haletosis I've ever experienced!
Was rescued but some passing Dutch fishermen. On the surface they seemed rather agreeable, but I often caught them giggling, which seemed rather rude. "Zwaar metaal miniatuur". Not sure what that meant, but I don't like the way they said it!

Anyways, I'm away to finalise plans for the new ship. Not the grandest thing in the world, but it will suit us rather well. Me and Seaman Vittorio, that is.

Capt. Filth

Red Nightfall

Since my last log, many things have happened. We ascended on to the Finnish Isles in good time for the Christmas markets. Alas, an arising grievance of rage striked the crew, when Miyavi decided to take it upon himself, to spend a great deal of time and money on the local finnish delicacies. Unfortunatly, delicacies meant sweets. Sugar and the first mate meant an annoyed crew. In the end, I had him tied up and left below. He whined. He often does. Finland has done us well. But the merry days came to an end.

The journey backwards was a simple one. And we arrived in Germany.
We are now docked and awaiting the Commodore.

Still have not met the Cabin boy...

Oh shit! I forgot to untie Miyavi....

Captain V. Stene