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grimgrinningghosts) wrote2017-07-11 06:15 pm
grimgrinningghosts) wrote2017-07-11 06:15 pmRound 1 Logs?
[Weathered old pieces of parchment. Probably junk.]
grimgrinningghosts) wrote2017-07-11 06:15 pm
LOG #1
And on this day, I have been abducted.
There is...no doubt that the events that have progressed thus far have been unusual ones. A day at the marketplace turned into a kidnapping. But I am a resilient man. I shall document every day aboard this vessel until I am no more.
I have been told that I am aboard the S.S. Gore, the most infamous ship on the seas. The captain has made it very clear that I am only being kept alive for my potential usage as an asset.
I must keep writing. I must. I must endure. I must see her again. - BB
LOG #2
There is something unusual about him. He does not speak like a man nor move like one. There is something otherworldly about him. It's...alluring.
...I think I'm attracted to him.
I've always heard the rumors about his fraternizations from the crew, but I have dismissed them as rubbish. How could they be anything but rubbish? Half the time they speak in broken English - "we wants the redhead" and what-have-you. You can hardly blame me.
I couldn't possibly leave my beloved Emily. I couldn't.
But perhaps returning his affections would be the best way to assure my survival.
Perhaps I am a fool, trying to justify cheating on my wife.
Disney forgive me. - BB
LOG #3
It has been months. My family is no doubt worried. Emily is no doubt worried.
Yet, here I am, curled up in the arms of another man, disgusted with myself. Disgusted with the world around me. Not because of who I lie with - but because of the reasons I am doing it.
He has promised to begin integrating me into the crew proper.
I don't know what I've gotten myself into. - BB
LOG #4
That's why he's so reckless! Of all things. He has put our lives in danger over this - keeping it right under our noses. We are to profit from his putting us in danger?
I understand, I do, but...
The crew speaks of mutiny. They have suggested that I be the one to do it because of our...closeness.
Bah, what do they know?! All they do is sing of their drunkedness and talk about how they "wants a redhead." A bunch of miscreants.
But yet...
This is what I've wanted from the start. Yet, now I hesitate. I hate it. - BB
LOG #5
He is so beautiful, even in death.
The crew threw the body overboard. The savages were quick to do so. They didn't question my keeping a trophy.
It's...in the hatbox. Under my bed.
I intend to give him a proper burial once we reach shore. They do not know this. They would be furious.
I don't care. I loved him, once.
But my heart yearns for Emily.
What is wrong with me? - BB
LOG #6
Three years, three years I have been at sea. Three years, I have made myself a force to be reckoned with. Cities have burnt because of me.
After all of these years, I am going home.
But there is a matter of great concern.
It keeps reappearing, no matter what I do. The first time it appeared, it was covered with sand. After it was thrown overboard, it reappeared on my bed, leaving it soaked.
I suppose dead men really do tell no tales.
LOG #7
...It took a while. But...The manor looks beautiful. We are in final stages of finalizing our ownership now. Once Master Gracey passed, I suppose it was fate.
I placed the hatbox in the attic, besides our future wedding supplies. I attempts to bury it, but it turned up in my bed the next day, covered in worms.
I shall keep it out of sight and out of mind. - BB
LOG #8
LOG #9
i dont see where it went her body fell out here where the fuck did the ring go
plenty of fucking broken glass though plenty of fucking blood though
can't go back near the attic no her dress is still up there
there's nothing for me there
LOG #10
LOG #11