Cronus' message in a bottle, 25th November, Floating.
I regained consciousness immediately following a rather large wave that almost knocked my helmet into the dark depths. I'm lucky I was able to find it just as the ship ran into those pesky rocks and began to break apart. But there it was, with one horn stuck in a large plank of wood. The last thing I remember was jumping in after it. I never would have run into the rocks in the first place had Hephaestus not been yelling at me. I hate backseat drivers.
I've heard tales of being stranded in the middle of the ocean. Apparently they weren't exaggerating, it's rather unpleasant. The most disturbing thing was feeling things brush my legs as I dangled off a hunk of wood. For a brief moment I had hope that it was some creature full of protein. I was most disappointed to find that it was only seaweed. That's not edible, that's almost like a salad.
Once I got my bearings and realized that bobbing around like a cork wasn't getting me anywhere, I noticed there were some other floating items nearby. I brought them closer and lashed them together with some rope scraps. Thankfully, one of the crates was full of bottles of rum. I drank one, it would be silly to waste it after all, and placed my previous notes in it. It's now drifting on the current somewhere. I have enough bottles in this make-shift pontoon to set an epic poem adrift. Apart from the rum, I've found nothing of use apart from some limes and a useless bucket. I decided to keep the limes and toss the bucket, no one would miss it anyway.
So now I'm board, a little drunk, hungry, and laying on what's left of the Enterprising Stargazer. Clearly the ship needs a new name, so I christened my creation the Enterprising Stargazer-B. Unfortunately it would only have a crew of one. There's been no sign of the others. I'm sure mom's worked herself into a frenzy worrying about me.
I'm not sure if it's the rum, or a result of that pufferfish I ate, but it looks like there's something out there. To be fair, the last time I had rum and puffer I ended up singing the full score to several musicals outside of Nemesis' window. She said I was obnoxious and threatened to kill me, but mom always said that girls only say that if they really fancy you.
I saw it again. There's definitely something out there. It's hard to tell with the swirling clouds and this heavy green fog. But something's moving out there, I can only hope it's edible. I'll have to find a way to get closer...
If this bottle washes upon your shore, know that my desperation forced me to cast it into the seas. Please, I beg you, send food... oh, and a search party.
Below is an Excerpt from the Logge of Chatte.
Cronus says, "Hellooooo" *hic*
Cronus says, "Is anyone out there?"
Creepy Green Fog says, "Swish swoosh...Groan"
Cronus says, "Over here, help! I'm starv- Oh no...!
Will Cronus find land? Will the mysterious unknown be his undoing? Will he be able to get a snack? Find out next time, on the Puzzle Pirates Blog!
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