34.3568° S, 18.4740° E
RICH WINE & RIPE BERRIES
Captain’s log, this eighth day in September, his Lord’s year 1783. “Shipwreck ahead!” Cried young Edmund from the crows nest. Having been at sea seven months, morale was low. We had got wind of a dangerous beast in our midst and Edmund’s calls demanded a fearful silence from the crew. Hours passed until we finally we saw it.
A gargantuan Kraken had it’s tentacles wrapped around a ship. Writhing in tumultuous waters the beast crushed the vessel with it’s powerful grip, splinters the size of trees exploded into the sky above. We knew there would be valuable cargo floating in the water so we daringly made our move and tacked towards the beast. We got close, close enough to feel a disturbance beneath us.
Flying faster than a shot out a cannon, the crew recovered as many barrels as we could net, altered our course and left with great haste. To our delight the barrels contained a rare, delicious raspberry moonshine; sweet and intoxicating. We shall toast to our good fate this eve.