- Shark Bait Cove
One of Merrick's journals has been discarded here.
Page 26: Disaster!
Disaster has struck! I played me new shanty with me crew, inspired by the notes of the old tribes. Even another ship joined in!
But.. the beat somehow called to a creature... just like what the tribes worshipped it was over in moments.
The sea was red before, but much more so after. Me crew were reduced to nothin' but shark bait, along wiv me legs. The last of us fled.
I've noted the map number, in case I ever get so drunk I forget. The letter needed is one dear to me heart.
Page 30: Goin' for a drink!
I'm goin' for a drink! I'll charm one out of me favourite tavern keeper, with a little romantic verse...
Red haired a fair of face, her tavern stands at a shining place!
A place where captains hang their hats, head there for boozy chats!
- The Killer Whale Wreckage
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Page 12: Back to the wreckage
Why do I TorrTure meseff? Comin back to the wreckij of th Killer Whale.
If I could summon the shark again... I could avenge me CRew. An me legses
I wen Too the same spot, but he isn't comin. What's difrent?
Mebbe I'm tooo drunk. Can't harrdly writ. Gonna get a cuppa T, clerr my head.
Page 26: A grog from T.
Tea is too.. sobering. Gonna get more grog, from me dear... whassAName. T somehinge. Find herrr from my romantic verse:
The tavnern that hasss a nasty bute, where they drunks ssslither evry nighT.
The BARkeep's fond o her ownn grogg, a scarred beaut in a Wild spott.
Rymin's hard when you canT sea strait.
- Underwater Cave Statue
One of Merrick's journals has been discarded here.
Page 23: back to me hideout.
Back to me hideout, where I do me best writin'. Must admit, I didn't like making the swim, knowing what's out there.
Thankfully, it seems to stay near that infernal ridge.
I don't know how to get my revenge on that spiteful shark. Maybe I'll go back to the grog.
I stole animals from the Merchant Alliance for bait, but that didn't work. I tried me shanty again, but one man cannot call the beast alone.
Page 26: Retiring.
If enough worthy souls could learn me shanty.. no, it's too dangerous.
I'm stocking up on grog, going to Shark Bait Cove and retiring me drums.
I'll be there, crafiting new drums, just in case someone does prover their worth.
These are all three of Merrick's journals, I have copied the down word for word to share with everyone on the forums.
- My Archive of Lore Related Texts (Just like this one)
