Rough Seas

Arggh. It seems the boat captain is as an adept a seaman then he is a nobleman. I can tell by the pitching of the vessel and some of the other occupants' inability to hold down their daily gruel, that we've hit some turbulent waters.
I swear that if that son of a Stygia whore loses his dinner on my feet again, I will choke the life out of him using my shackling chains.

Too Much Mead

Waking up on this cursed slave galley, with the weight of numerous tankards of mead still clouding my mind...I think I have made a grave error in judgment following those Alkarkon whores once they left the Stone Monkey.

By the growth of my beard, I guess two nights have passed since that encounter. I assume I am to be sold at the next port. The shackles are a bit too thick for me to break without the use of a weapon, so I'll sit for a while. Maybe my head will clear before an opportunity arises.

By Crom... this place smells of weakness and servitude!
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