Bosun Jiboree's log, fourteenth day sailing.
Mowlag's new pet is rubbing me the wrong way. Truth be told, I wouldn't mind pitching that shrieking hogmaid overboard. Shame the Captain's going easy on her. I don't get Braggio's plan one bit. He keeps saying she'll be 'leverage' for when the time comes. What time? What lever? Are we going to use her to force open a door or something? Nobeast tells me nothing around here.
I asked Shekra about my dreams. She looked at me like I was completely off my rocker, and said I was just having stupid nightmares about getting killed by woodlanders. All corsairs get that, especially us weasels. We have a natural tendency to fear our prey turning around and hunting us instead. It comes of being small meat-eaters. The instinct to kill, and the fear of bigger hunters.
Her explanation put me at ease, but it doesn't explain the red stone house I saw. When I mentioned it, Shekra didn't seem to have an answer. She just stared at me, then kicked me out of her cabin. I think she's hiding something from me. Am I a Seer? I didn't do no exams or nothing, or sacrificed birds to Vulpuz. I just see this house and I know it's real. It's somewhere out there in the forest. It's like destiny, or fate. I'm sure it's getting closer in my dreams.
Still keeping a close watch on Crumdun, and our food supplies. I reckon that fat stoat's made good mates with our equally oversized cook, Badtooth. Maybe the cook's slipping him extra food. No proof yet though. I think Crumdun knows he's being watched.
His cackling laughter is stuck in my head. Why's he so cheery? We've been crawling through this forest for days without stopping, nearly getting stuck every couple of hours. There's nothing to be happy about on this ship.
Except Posy, that is. For some reason, Mowlag and Crumdun have got it into their thick skulls that we're adopting the little brat. Mowlag takes food to her in his cabin like she's an empress. Crumdun keeps chatting inanely with her and telling her boring stories about his family and how his mother abandoned him. They both act like her personal bodyguards.
Yesterday, the captain ordered me to bring Posy to him for more questioning. I tried to grab her but she spiked my paws and ran off to Mowlag. The crew were laughing as I chased her across the deck, sucking my bleeding paws. Then Mowlag shoved me over and shouted at me. He said I shouldn't scare little hedgehog maids.
My cheeks are still burning from the humiliation. He's undermining my authority in carrying out the captain's orders, and he made me look a fool in front of everybeast! Why does the whole ship's company actually like having some snotty kit around?
I'll be taking the night watch soon, trying to avoid sleeping as long as I can. The nightmares are getting worse.