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June 17, 2019 Dear Friends and Fellow Texians, Many things have happened since last we reported our adventures in F10 with the loss of our fleet and the sacking of our island by the Wendigoans and Jazz Cabbage Heads. A short run up to speed is in order: We moved back to our reserve outpost, which we affectionately call "Chuck's Island." Soon after, we began to be contacted by several individuals and companies looking to show us their support and offering their aid to get ourselves reestablished. To all those who made offers of land, ships and gold, we are eternally grateful and humbly honored to receive so many well wishes from so many adventurers and like-minded Freedom Lovers. We hope to continue to serve a worthy example to all those who follow our stories of (mis)fortune! Some of our newest friends near Isla de Chucka sought to honor us with volunteering a southern island in grid E9 for our new homestead. All we had to do was assist with taking the island and lay claim to it. This event was briefly touched on in comments HERE. We did lay siege to the island and after a long night, we raised the Texas flag over a new home and christened the settlement Port Aransas. After such adventures, we were contacted by a lone individual who bid us not disclose his name for he was of a shadowy and reclusive nature. Myself not being very openly trusting, I dared not take all this message-bringer's words on face value, but we discussed the recent events in secret and in good faith. This individual asked my opinion of coming and laying claim to an island in E9 with an offer to lend us aide in seeking vengeance against our recent assailants. The opportunity was truly too great to pass up but I was extremely cautious. I offered the suggestion that this small band of turncloaks come into the area under a neutral flag and make friends on their own accord and actions...leaving their intent and identities to go unknown except for we Texians. So it came to pass that the Red River Trading Company came to E9 and laid claim to one of the largest islands in the grid. The Red River group made true their intent to render us aide, both in coin and materials, not to mention such good advice as to aid in our preparations for more visits from the likes of Wendigo. It was also soon discovered by all those in the grid that the island of Port Aransas was but a small outpost -- our true base in the system was on the Red River Trading Company's island between Red River to the north and our new neighbors, Dark Vanguard, on the southern point of the island. This island was our primary reserve island....Chuck's Island, we called it. And even though we had been there from the second founding, we yet appeared quite small and insignificant even to Dark Vanguard, who regarded us with less than favorable opinion. Squabbles over resources and defense structures sprang up almost immediately when Dark Vanguard moved in. To the displeasure of the E9 alliance, Texas and Dark Vanguard traded as much powder, shot and blood as we did wood, stone and metal...in fact most of our trades were exchanged at high muzzle velocity no matter what resource was being shared. During this time, another fellow Texican arrived from a far-off grid. He sailed from a far polar region with but one purpose -- help support his fellow Texians in regaining their Honor. He took up harbor in Port Aransas and began making his own preparations for an extended stay -- erecting his own outpost on the north side of the island and joining in our mutual story telling and rum drinking. We also sailed a couple of scouting sloops to islands far and wide to investigate offers of lands and riches. We intend to make some use of those opportunities in good time once we get our current settlement in order. But things were about to change....little did we know that a Wendigo fleet was under sail and headed our way.... ...to be continued...
June 11, 2019 A couple of nights ago, my freshly christened fishing sloop, Aransas Pass, met with our brig, Pecos, out at sea to resupply and exchange provisions. During the exchange, the officer of the watch noted that his spyglass appeared to reveal an unknown discovery area nearby...in open ocean. Assured by our cryptographer that no land mass was in the area, we sailed over to investigate. We put one of our men over the side in a diving suit to scout for any wreckage or features of note on the sea floor but found nothing. Our investigation was cut short by a sudden storm....cyclones fell from the skies and the rain came at us like broadsides in the wind! Our brig made to come about and sailed directly into a patrol of SotD and began exchanging cannon fire. I elected to take the small fishing sloop directly west and outdistance the storm as quickly as possible! Last evening, I returned to the area in question and verified that the anomalous mist still lingered over the area...a most peculiar and spooky sight to behold. A crewmate joined me and went over the side, again using a diving suit to aid in his exploration. Momentarily, the most peculiar thing I have seen on the sea did occur...and perhaps you will not believe what I am about to tell you.....but do heed my tale and listen well... The hairs on our necks stood on end and all manner of ship's equipment seemed to freeze in time. Our sails froze, crystallized in a sudden frosty shimmer...my deck crew froze at their posts...my trusty parrot even fell silent upon my shoulder...the ocean waves ceased to undulate beneath my hull and the winds fell silent and still....and the fish....the fish seemed possessed by demons and rose from the sea! I dare not whisper a lie for the ocean gods would drag me and my crew to the murky depths....The fish rose from the sea! And among the marlin and giant tuna there arose three great sperm whales! They lifted themselves out of the ocean and took to the air! My small sloop was surrounded on all sides by this spectacle! It was as if the seas themselves were giving warning of impending doom! And then....my vision went dark...and I and my crew collapsed on the deck! Some time later, I awoke....the ocean had returned to normal and my mate was still over the side in the diving suit, the small air pump clunking away as if nothing had happened! I called out to him and after a brief silence, he surfaced from the depths and came aboard. "What happened? I saw nothing down there." "Nothing at all? Did you not see the fish come out of the water?" "No..." "And the whales? Did you not see the whales?" "No, I saw no whales, captain....perhaps we should return to shore?" "Aye....that we should, indeed," I quickly answered. As we made to return to the island, I marked on my map "Whale Sighting" at the location in question...and I made note not to return there until I had the proper rigging for whaling. Until next time, safe travels. ~Cele ========================== OOC: We were investigating a discovery bubble at sea that is clearly visible using the spyglass when the servers went down last night and three sperm whales floated up out of the water along with the rest of the fish nearby. Can anyone verify if a discovery bubble at sea indicates a whale spawn area or some other underwater structure, as I believe that seems the most logical explanation....