Krastus: In Which We Were Pelted With Bombs

We sailed on from our little incident with the zombie ship to go to the island and find this woman. As we drew close to the island it seemed empty, devoid of any intelligent life. This could mean humans were still there, however. We found a gap in the cliffs and anchored the boat, rowing ashore.

We decided upon a faster a scent on the narrower path over a slow descent on the wider path because of the constraints of the sun - as it turned out this was interesting. As the others hauled themselves up the rocks, I walked via my powers. Then we came upon a troop of monkeys that we had to get around. I naturally strode through them, when they turned to look at me I masterfully pretended to be a rock - classic scurillian ruse - and it tricked them.

As we were continuing, an explosion rocks us - eating away the ground under us. We leapt to the remaining part of the path and I caught the glimpse of a uniformed man. Some military perhaps - no doubt one the captain has upset in his usual way. I did ponder whether I could climb up the side of the cliff to get to him with my powers, or whether I could quake the mountain. But I thought I would be responsible and it would be rude to leave the humans down here and run off. So we plodded along.

We found another of the little warning wires this terrorist had left, and I deftly dealt with it - I think the captain forgot I am also the skilled ship's carpenter. I should remind him of it more often, I don't think he remembers well. Anyway, we finally made it up only to have Carlton lead us off on some damn fool chase for cat-monkey people. There are times I wonder if he fell in the grog barrel as a child and is now just constantly pickled. Very odd. Very odd indeed.

Oh! Helene performed some magic and it seemed to work. Clearly being around me is rubbing off on her, giving her something to look up to. I must remember to pat her on the head - show encouragement and all this. I cannot be grumpy at the humans for being so backwards if I never reward them for doing well. Just like with my pet cuttlefish back home.