The Captain's Log


On Vacationing Victoriously

Not sure what got into the water last weekend, but I must have seen a hundred screamin’ neon landlubbers milling around Sloan’s Waterway making pouty-fish faces into their camera boxes at sunset. Things got even stranger the next day when I heard rumblings about some kind of powerful siren or cult leader called “Taylor” who

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Stumbling Upon Treasure At Ridgefest

Day 134. Still moored at Port Sloan. Last week’s tornado left our galley door tattered and our provisions soggy. Luckily, I overheard some locals at the Mestizo Brew Cantina speakin’ of a Wheat festival nearby that promised fresh beer and merry tunes. We gathered our empty wheat sacks in hopes of procuring some flour and

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