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Translated from Langlish<span class="mu-s"><span class="mu-i">Fenegan, 27th Day of Bacrimun</span></span>
This marks a week since we left Port Capara
and still no sign of pursuit.* I believe we can consider ourselves in the clear. Although the Darling of Tremens came close enough two days hence for me to fear the worst, they appear to only be only their regular piracy patrols.
<span class="mu-i">*This section appears to be blacked out.</span>
<span class="mu-s"><span class="mu-i">Sendag, 28th Day of Bacrimun</span></span>
The winds were at our back today, and two more sails were spotted in the distance. They appeared to be heading north, and proved to be of little concern to us. This is just as well, the presence of man in these waters is reassuring even along well-known trade routes. Unless said men wish to try something.
<span class="mu-s"><span class="mu-i">Sandag, 29th Day of Bacrimun</span></span>
The main deck was cleared for the pilgrim’s religious service, this being the rare day of rest where that poor servant boy is spared the tests of his giant warrior master. The warrior, and the pilgrims in general are by and large good passengers and keep to themselves for the most part. The ragged male priest has a dangerous look about him, the kind I’ve seen before in fanatics across the world. But the woman priest seems to balance him out, he has kept his remarks about the roughness and and gambling of sailors to muttered grumblings. Thankfully few of the crew speak his tongue.
<span class="mu-s"><span class="mu-i">Monegan, 30th Day of Bacrimun</span></span>
What looked like a squall dissipated before reaching us, instead a soft shower fell for a few hours. Our water provisions are well stocked, but I instructed the crewmen to gather replenish them to the brim. The pilgrims seemed happy for the refreshing rain, spare laundry was hung out and given that the winds were entirely becalmed later in the day the pilgrims and crew were permitted to hang spare laundry to dry on the lower rigging until the wind picked up again.
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