The Journal of Ezikial Hands, Journeyman Gunner Part Eight
Had I known of the events that were to unfold upon the Man’s Promise, I should have taken better care to hide the spirits in which I find such comfort. And also the letter entrusted to me by my shipmate, Sandara, to be delivered after hours t into the hands of Chopper.
Here is the telling of it, then:
Having been made to swab the decks, I suspect, in some form of punishment or belittlement by Mr. Plugg, I was diligently working on this task. Reiko, having made such a fine catch of turtles for our dinner, the she was having some difficulty in carrying them to the galley. Being ordered to assist her, I left off my work on the deck and helped her to carry them. When I returned from this task, I found that the work I had done, had been _un_done, and in a most obvious manner.
Plugg then took this, otherwise having no cause, as a failure to perform my duties as expected due to drunkenness. This being patently being not the case, I did request that he not take exception and furthermore to not confiscate my spirits.
Having been denied, he further ordered me to be searched, whereupon he discovered the letter that had been given into my keeping.
Being the low sort of being that he is, he did have summoned all the crew, so that he may read it aloud and make mock of the sender and the letter’s intended recipient.
Having preformed this childish prank, and having wasted almost all of the spirits that I had laid to store, Plugg seemed most smug as a result.
Having little tolerance for such petty bullying, I set my self to speak, and by doing so, set myself in open opposition to him and his followers.
Speaking in front and in full hearing of the crew of the Man’s Promise, I made open mock of his actions, questioned his manliness and belittled his fitness to command. He then set Chopper to building a sweatbox, that I may be placed therein as punishment for my actions and speaking as soon as said sweatbox was completed.
Later that evening, whilst I was slowly becoming more sober that I had been in several years, we did discuss amongst ourselves, that is, amongst those of us in opposition to Plugg.
It was mentioned that Plugg had, hidden in his cabin, much more plunder than could be accounted for by our reckoning. Chopper, having a mind to heave it all overboard, was voted down by the rest, and we fell to discussing our change in course. We speculated for a time over the possible destinations, and I learned the our cook, Mr. Kroop, was a generous and thoughtful man, he providing me with rum to slake my thirst for spirits.
The next days passed with no events, save that I had to partake in secret, and Chopper continued his carpentry.
When the storm came, I did find an opportunity to make a fitting end to Maheem, he having assaulted Chopper some days past. Having accomplished this task, I found that we had been blown into dangerous waters and had taken on passengers of violent intent. After removing such passengers, we then ran aground on a reef, causing no small damage to our ship and our water stores.
At this time, Reiko, having had her fill even as I had, at Plugg’s incompetence, did challenge his current course, but desisted due to the pressing needs of survival.
Sandara and Conchobhar had gone missing during the storm and we thought that we must lament them for dead, but strongly hoped otherwise. I spared a passing prayer to Besmara that my unwilling sacrifice of drink had mellowed her, and perhaps granted our friends some measure of luck in surviving.
Meanwhile, Chopper, Feruzi, Reiko, Leila and my self were dispatched to an island that could be seen from our ship to secure a fresh supply of water.