Jiboree's log, day thirty five of our voyage.
We're only travelling together until I decide what I want to do. I've been at sea all my life; it even feels strange to walk through the forest. No swept decks, or salty breeze. Instead, grass and fallen leaves under our footpaws, and the breeze carries odd scents of plants.
Posy's opened up a bit more to us now we're no longer her captors. She says she's from the red stone house, which is called Redwall. She explains about it being a peaceful settlement. She doesn't know if it's open to corsairs, or ex-corsairs. The last time they opened the doors to ex-corsairs, some kind of plague broke out and one of the residents got shot.
I'm not sure I'd want to go at all though. Some of what she describes sounds really boring. Apparently there's no dancing on tables, drinking contests, tail-pinning games, card games based on cheating, or even the odd brawl or two. Instead they just… eat. And in between, plan more reasons to eat again.
I've tried probing this point a little deeper, but Posy's not very helpful beyond her detailed ramblings of how great the food is. I barely have any working taste buds, so I'm not overly thrilled. I think Crumdun's now having eating dreams. He keeps trying to eat the air in his sleep.
Apart from food, they have an archive, which is a fancy word for big room full of books and papers and such. But nobeast reads them because most of them are stone dead dull. Except the ones with lots of blood in them!
This still doesn't answer what else they do with their time. Posy keeps mentioning 'bathtime', but I gather this is some bizarre event where beasts are dropped into a vat of boiling water. I can't believe Crumdun's so enthusiastic about living there.
As for me, I'll keep our group together until we get there. Crumdun has no sense of direction, and I can't leave him alone, with a little maid, in the middle of nowhere. That would be as good as leaving them to die.
I doubt Braggio will waste time sending out a search party for us. He's been bending every sail to get the ship further inland. The trouble is, he's headed for Redwall. Crumdun and Posy don't know, they weren't in on the secret meetings. But I've seen the battle plans. It looks bad for Posy's friends.
I'll have to tell them about it eventually. They can warn Redwall, maybe save the place from destruction. I'm not so sure I want to be on the wrong side of Braggio and the crew though. The corsairs are a deadly, skilful lot. What can a few overstuffed recluses do? I hate to even think it, but it seems Posy's peaceful settlement is done for. Apparently they've only got one sword, though Posy insists it's a really special one. Shame there'd be nobeast skilled enough to wield it.