Another night passed. The moons hawve risen, and fallen beneath the surface of the wvast open sea. The sun has crested the horizon once more, and once again I can smell the remains of the unruly slawves and prisoners burning up in the morning sun. Another beast felled, I hawve lost count of howv many titans I havwe brought to their knees by my harpoon. The ocean is tainted wvith the blood of monsters, and the blood of traitors. Tonight I owvertook a rebel ship, an unruly lot that meant to topple the empire. It is almost enough to bring a smile to this old timers face. Almost. Truly pitiful howv these pests think themselwves capable to fighting back. Nowv their svwill paints my deck. These scumblooded maggots are too wveak, crushed under my thumb and trampled underfoot wvith such ease. Nowv the sun burns the remains into a crust of rust, shit, piss and bile. It vwill be a pleasant sight to see my crevw scrape their suncrusted remains off the pristine deck of my vwessel. I vwonder wvhat's for breakfast. #seadwvellersupremacy
HHOHMY GDHOD INEEDITSOBAD.
Calm yourself rustwvhore. I can smell your desperate snail trail from top deck.
Their meat wvould not be wvorthy of my refined pallete if I did dabble in that sort of gourmand curiosity.
I'M DROWNING IN THIS FUCKING BARREL. CRONUS PLEASE.
And you wvill stay there until the maggots claim you if you keep barking and drooling like a errant hound.
HHHNNH.