There is something woefully embarrassing about coming to with a blanket over your head and a rope on your claw. There is something worse about it while others are yelling about a giant snake and telling you to run. Needless to say, I obliged quite willingly - and dragged our captain away from the area via the rope attached to my pincher. I am unsure if he hit a tree, perhaps a lesson in the undignified process of 'lassooing' a scurilian, but he was safe and of course I got no thanks for my work on it.
We traveled for days after that, trying to find our way back to town with the captain injured and myself - we heard the drums of our pursuers but saw nothing of them. Until one night we were roused after Helene spotted one watching us. We duly engaged what turned out to be a large attacking force, and put them to rest - but it has left us all very tired. Very worn. And some of us wounded.
As he stumbled back into the port we seem increasingly to be going in circles - now, weeks after we first came here, will we actually make it on our journey for the treasure? Or will we just go and put ourselves to the winds to try and get a fresh start? I do not know - but I do not wish to leave things unfinished.
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