I'm a reporter. I've been trained to maintain a skeptical air at all times. I've dedicated my life to the pursuit of truth for the enlightenment of the people. I never read those gossip rags like the Quibbler or the Star. My world be enwrapped in magic, but it's not a bloody fairy tale. And yet here I am about to spill my guts to you, reader. I can't believe I'm about to tell you this story. If the shoe were on the other foot, I'd laugh in your face. Hell, I doubt this article will ever see the ink of the Caster's pages, or even a footnote in the margins of the Prophet. But I've seen for a fact that there are some of you out there who will believe me. There are some of you out there who will seek the truth and they will find him just as I did. They will find the Captain, just as I did. So, although I am sure you will be reading this out of a page of the Quibbler, or the margins of one of Augustus Renaldi's books on the matter, not out of a reliable source, I still feel I have to tell it to you. For I am a reporter and I have to report this story.

Nikola Shirakawa

Allicile Cook

Captain Who

Glory by NT Thomas