It felt good to be at the top of the pecking order again. Not that I was ever really at the bottom, but there’s something about looking out over the water, The Lying Wench in hand. The mutiny went smoothly enough, especially with Shiny by my side. She seemed to enjoy indulging Mr. Plugg in some of her special kind of knuckle sandwich. The kind that not only made teeth fall out, but shattered spines. Seems like the only time she isn’t cleaning is when she’s fighting, and once she’s realized what a mess she’s made, she’s right back at it, scrubbing away. With her on deck, this boat will shine in the sun. Not sure whether that is a good thing or not…

We’d barely set off when I heard the noise on deck and I jumped straight to arms. Well, as well as I could. That hammock is a blessing from Besmara herself. When I spotted the movement in the boat, Shiny stepped up beside me and gave it a clean punch. Turns out it was poor Ratline.

And then there was booming laughter, and of all things, a damned were-shark jumped on deck. All dressed in Rat Peg’s clothes and toothy grin. And then I see a spark of recognition in Shiny’s eyes and all the pieces fall together. Rat Peg is the damned were-shark. When the hell did Shiny find out about it? Why the hell didn’t she say anything?!

Well, I guess it was because her head is screwed on wrong, because she then decided to grapple the creature and got herself bitten. I ended up with the both of them chained in my quarters. Rat Peg seems not to remember anything, but I’m going to have to have some words with Shiny about how to not put everyone on the ship at risk.