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