The Gaze of the Kraken’s Logbook.
28th of Bomudh, 2682 DD
A dozen leagues from the West Coast of Vetia
We left Caen Dracin two weeks ago. The ship’s company is in a good mood after the past days’ trials. When the storm came, we faced it with the iron temper of our people. The slaves revolted under the cover of the tempest, seeing a chance in the turmoil of the seas. We shattered the revolt quickly and ruthlessly, avoiding the loss of slaves when possible. It was unavoidable at times. The result was one of my companion’s dead and two injured. No elven life is worth a paltry few slaves but putting down the revolt had to be put down. The final result was heavy losses among our freight: Seven slaves dead and eleven injured, three of them badly. We offered the dead to Harag the Storm Witch, in line with the wishes of the crew. The Goddess appears to have listened to our prayer. Today, as the first lights of the morning danced across the waves, the clouds were suddenly gone and a gift from the Goddess appeared on the horizon. A bulky merchant ship heading due East, with a Destrian flag flying from its top sail. We swiftly tacked to pursue them, with our blades ready and the wind in our sails. We are quickly gaining on her; it seems we will return with full holds after all.