Captain's Log, Day Twelve

The ship keeps sailing but the lack of destination seems to wear on all occupants.

The natives might end up being jack-of-all-trades; they used colored writing instruments for sketching, tickled the ivories, and performed dish duty adequately. I taught the elder native how to determine the quality of scholarly essays. The younger native has been singing "One Day" from _Les Miserable_. We all cope in our own ways.

Capt C and Capt A are able to converse outside the ship consistently, but the natives clearly want to converse with literally anyone who is not related to them.

Capt A ventured to the Nourishment Leo in a rowboat while I captivated the natives by regaling them a tale of my favorite shabbily dressed, absolutely exhausted, and obviously lycanthrope professor.

Your captains will now explore a Crash Landing On You made from the wilds of Korea.

Captain’s Log, Day Eleven

My day started innocuously enough—conversing with other captains, solving puzzles, sailing proudly over calm seas.

Before our noontime fare, the natives and I went on what I’ve heard some tribes describe as a Walk-About. A jolly time was had and we were even gifted some flower bulbs. The natives rejoiced in relocating a Lumbricus terrarium to our forward terrestrial locale.

After the noontime fare was supped, I had many more meetings with captains. There was much to plan and share but some news was rather more disheartening.

In a fit of semi-despair, I chose physical exertion. I scrubbed the deck while the natives frolicked in the waterfall (and subsequent mud) below. When I concluded my labors, both natives required immersive baths. Capt A was instrumental in corralling the muddy scamps.

Your captains fed to and read with the natives. We may even have embarked on a journey to determine whether lycanthropy can survive take tales (spoiler: it can when Capt C is at the helm!).

After the natives deigned to drift off in their hammocks, your captains enjoyed a repast from Magnolia’s Tacos, delivered by an efficient rowboater.

Captain’s Log, Day Ten

The sun glittered in the sky, save for one short rain spell.

Capt C entertained the natives by having them stretch their bodies into various poses. While conversing with scholars and fellow ship captains, your captains forced the natives to explore a summer solstice adventure set in a desert featuring two young, and quite musical, paramours.

After some shenanigans kicking a round and patterned sphere, the natives were assigned to sweep the decks.

While Capt A created grub, the natives danced several jigs and then Capt C read aloud a story about an orphan child who meets an innocent criminal. Can we ever be truly innocent, though? The rats always discover the truth; or else the rats are the truth.

Capt C chose an indulgent bath for her evening entertainment. If you ask the female native, she’ll fabricate a story of hauling buckets of water up the stairs because Capt C is a taskmaster. I declare that it could be quite a fine idea!

Your captains finished their day by exploring how nothing brings a family together like murder. But there’s no need to investigate. I promise. The Captain of America (aka my other Capt A) was present.