We be it in warmer waters in these days of now. We lost but four of our dear crews men, while the gods unleashed furry upon us for our deeds of no good. But ferr we don’t have and four add one more cutthroats we have acquired. For they already be men of the open water, and skilled catchmen too.  One of them be a fine navigator, and that may come in handy if our very own finds his fate. Their prior vessel has met it final resting grounds, along with the others that fought for lives that weren’t worth their loot. I must say, the rum was worth every shed drop of blood and It warmed me soul after days in the fridged air.  The fish wasn’t bad neither! We have taken on me needed supplies and the men seem to be warming up too.  Good days, smooth waters and a brisk breeze lay ahead.