Cortez: A Rescue Mission and Some Bad News

So, turns out we aren't too bad at this breaking and entering business. My plan to exit via the window worked quite well and we were able to make a great escape. Daiking is in a bit of an uproar, however, and so we made haste out. Very rapid haste, if you understand me.

The father and daughter reunited to much happiness and I didn't bother mentioning to the man that she was supposed to be some sort of vessel for dark spirits. I imagine it'd be easier to take if he only thinks her body was violated and not also her soul. Or nearly her soul. Anyway, the man was good on his word and gave us some tattoos that also have some sort of magical properties.

I went with the carp. Fish are always a safe bet. Though I was tempted to go with the Octopus. A captain of a ship should be suitably aquatic in his bearing, I've always thought.

The bad news, however, was when we got to Shark's Bay. I met with the man in black and talked about the shadow and whatnot. I'm not sure if it's related, but my shadow has been killing people and the people apparently own my soul. I'm not sure if that means my soul is my shadow and is just a real bastard, or what. I really need to read the fine print.