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.