Captain Transit & His Merry Men

T'was a damp dusken evenin' and the crew found 'erselves waylaid at Shakey's Tavern the Second - itself newly equipped with tiled floors and minted walls. With rice and bean victuals weighing down our grateful bellies, the crew reminisced on bygone adventures...

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A bleak storm imbued the morning skies as Captain Transit and His Merry Men bushwacked across thick shrubs and volcanic boulders. The crew's honorable mission lay ahead of us: brave the worsening weather and unforgivin' terrain to scout two areas for future shipmates - at any cost.

The first territory proved to be a challenge with the surveyor riggings' suddenly snappin' from overuse. With no proper fixin' tools in our sacks, we made do what we could - squeaking the damned thing into place and smartly making 'er level 'gainst the sharp changes of the land.

Aye, the scouting at the first landing was swell, but t'wasn't without the need for beastmastery. While I was charged with navigatin' the sharp rocks and prickly plants, Quartermaster Swartz thrice faced down a pig layin' claim to the land; the Quartermaster hoisted a fierce courage I've only witnessed in distant seafarers told in folk tales of old. Yet, our deftness wasn't enough to protect the riggin' from the beast's filthy bilge. With hands a'dirtied with a stink akin to the new mold growin' in the brig, we moved onward with the mission - refinin' our scouting craft and puttin' our heads together as a good crew does. The scoutin' data was recorded in the log by Captin' Transit and First Mate Jessica before we made way for the second landing.

Swartz combats the mighty beast

Even though the clouds were fast clearin', t'was the bushes that now gave us small pecks 'a trouble. Quartermaster Swartz became familiar with some stingin' pine before we made it out of the volcanic gorge, but t'wasn't nothing compared with the discontent beast in the mornin' - nor the beasts to come. The second landing was firstly clear, though now the sun beat down a merciless heat. We made break for water and trail mixin's while talkin' stratagem for the immediate scoutin' need.

First Mate Jessica took to the field this time 'round - measurin' out data amidst rock and forest debris. T'was a good spell 'til a half dozen ferocious cackling creatures crossed the field and tripped up our riggin's with their jumpin' and howlin' - nearly kickin' First Mate Jessica to the ground, much to the surprise of the captain. The critters and mighty heat made the scoutin' troublesome, but rest assured t'wasn't no challenge for the crew. We made the proper markin's and got er'selves back to our haven - not without stoppin' for a brief brew on the border, o' course.

The next morn', the crew set forth for the High Mountains to face the Mud Monsters of the Northern Reach. A strange morning mist was sure to ill-fate our expedition and help was scarce to be had in the wee hours of the morn'. Soon enough, we joined crew with a few fair maidens from the south willin' to put forward a share of the loot in exchange for their much-needed knowledge of the area. Our motley bunch bantered and shared old tales of plunder and adventure, distractin' 'erselves from the wretched mud hives impedin' 'er way to the treasure laying atop the mist. Falls and scrapes from the mean terrain were met with cuss words a-plenty and futile cries against whatever powers that be. Alongside the sun breakin' the clouds, we made it soundly to the summit, though. Alas, no gold chest was found dug below the volcanic soil as t'was thought before. After a much-needed respite, our crew made our way back through the treacherous misted trails of slippery rock and vile shrubs. On the final descent, we all realized the true treasure to be had on this day: people hailing from worlds' apart can be made fast friends, even in the face of frustratin' mother nature.

The crew and our fellow adventurers

With aching limbs and a certain sickness for a warm bed and meal growin', we'll push forward on our primary mission as this month comes to its inevitable close.

Gasebeya progress entering the final week of implementation

Nyruntosho progress entering the final week of implementation

Tally ho, mateys, and be sure to keep eyein' this place for more entries followin' in tow.

Boatswain Mitch, East Afrika