April 7th
Dear Diary,
Been a couple of days since I was able to been writing to yous. I've been helpin' Cap'n Threepwood to Monkey Island. You see, even though he is daring, courageous, brave, and greedy, Threepwood is also very sick in the sea. So when we's bobbin' up and down like, he's over the side, throwing out the dinner we'd just finished. But it's no problem for me. I was born all them years back to serve Davey Jones' and if I ever stopped, then I'd die. Plunder or be plundered, ya hear!! Ha-harr!!! Anyway, me an' Murray are basically sailing the ship, seeing as Murray's been to Monkey Island before. Word has it from a couple of other mates that Threepwood gone mad at ole LeChuck. Too bad, I say, LeChuck was always a good cap'n in our day. So, two days ago, we tried to get boarded by some poof in a wig. And widya done realize it, he's no Carib, ooh no, he's John Stench (Author's note: Slang terminology for French). So I gone show him none mercy, 'spite the code and all. But, as they say, it's really more of a guideline. Well, I must be leavin' ya short the day, as Mr. Threepwood and good ole Murray need me up on top of the deck. It appears that "someone" put the devil's waste on the deck before reaching the side of the ship. Wonder who that could've been?
In a pig's eye,
Chops the Lops
Dear Diary,
Been a couple of days since I was able to been writing to yous. I've been helpin' Cap'n Threepwood to Monkey Island. You see, even though he is daring, courageous, brave, and greedy, Threepwood is also very sick in the sea. So when we's bobbin' up and down like, he's over the side, throwing out the dinner we'd just finished. But it's no problem for me. I was born all them years back to serve Davey Jones' and if I ever stopped, then I'd die. Plunder or be plundered, ya hear!! Ha-harr!!! Anyway, me an' Murray are basically sailing the ship, seeing as Murray's been to Monkey Island before. Word has it from a couple of other mates that Threepwood gone mad at ole LeChuck. Too bad, I say, LeChuck was always a good cap'n in our day. So, two days ago, we tried to get boarded by some poof in a wig. And widya done realize it, he's no Carib, ooh no, he's John Stench (Author's note: Slang terminology for French). So I gone show him none mercy, 'spite the code and all. But, as they say, it's really more of a guideline. Well, I must be leavin' ya short the day, as Mr. Threepwood and good ole Murray need me up on top of the deck. It appears that "someone" put the devil's waste on the deck before reaching the side of the ship. Wonder who that could've been?
In a pig's eye,
Chops the Lops
