The Curse of the Cursed Isles: Day Four

Cronus' message in a bottle, 27th November, Still floating.

My subjects continued to try to paddle the makeshift raft throughout the night. Unfortunately they're horrible conversationalists, so I was incredibly bored. I tried everything to keep my mind off my hunger. I tried to create patterns out of the stars, tried to whistle, and tried to nap. I knew I was at an all time low when zombie 2 was poorly acting out the tale of Tantalus in an impromptu game of charades. Thankfully I still had some rum.

After waking up from another rum-induced nap, I noticed my 3 subjects moaning incoherently and pointing. There on the horizon was splash of tan and green. It was land! Unfortunately in the other direction I could see sails breaking through the green haze. This time it wasn't a single sail belonging to a raft, but something much larger. After spending this long with the three stooges of putrid flesh, I had no desire to find out who was manning that eerie looking vessel.

I've issued orders to my crew and I can only hope we make it to land before that ship. It'll be close as the green haze seems to make everything more difficult. I can barely hear the surf in the distance. It shouldn't be long now...

Cronus' message in a bottle, 27th November, Kissing Sand.

I couldn't help but gleefully lay on the sand making sand angels. As soon as we made it close to shore the ships chasing us turned about. My 3 followers look to me waiting for my next order. They might be considered endearing if it wasn't for all the drooling. I'm no fool, I ordered them to stay on the beach while I searched for food. I wasn't about to share.

My search for food on this dreadful slice of Tartarus has been nothing but painful. I tried to eat a grub and was attacked by ants with a bite of fire, my search for a coconut only made me fall out of a tree when a large bird tried to land on my helmet, and combing the foliage only caused every inch of my body to turn red and itch. It was my last diving effort at a crawling crab that finally brought me food. Well, truthfully, it pinched my toe and I fell over onto it. But the point is I got it.

So yet another day passes without me seeing my friends. I must admit I'd even welcome mom's nagging. She'd be annoyed that I'm currently using the horn on my hat to cook the crab above the fire. She'd know of some plant that would stop some of the swelling and itching. As I write this I can't help but wonder where they are. I can tell you that I'm ready to go home where food is abundant; this crab isn't going to cut it. At this point, I'm hungry enough to eat Demeter's pony. I'll just have to think of a plausible story for it's sudden disappearance...

Will Cronus find his crew? Will the itching ever stop? Will Demeter's pony be safe? Find out next time, on the Puzzle Pirates Blog!

Below is an Excerpt from the Logge of Chatte.

Cronus says, "Ouch ouch ouch ow ow you little bugger!"
Crab says, "Squeak."
Cronus falls over a piece of drift wood.
Crab says, "Sque--umph."
Cronus says," Ha take that!"
Cronus stares triumphantly and his soon-to-be dinner while itching his blotchy skin.

Pssst! there's an ongoing need for illustrations to go with this mission report, so that Headquarters does not yell at our castaways for their lack of diligence in providing visual documentation of their journey. Information on this can be found in this forum thread, and contributions chosen for inclusion will be rewarded most handsomely.