A horror's guide to piracy
Interlude - Nami's Diary
Day 1 after meeting Auguste :
Today was a total whirlwind! Snagged this super strange coin, Von Carstein, I think? It's got this cool vibe, like it's holding some profound mystery waiting to be unraveled. Maybe it'll bring me some good luck or a little adventure—something to shake up the routine!
Day 2:
Dreamt some seriously weird stuff last night, but nothing too wild. The coin's still hanging around, acting like a quirky buddy. Wonder what secrets it holds? It's fascinating, like a little window into a realm of untold possibilities.
Day 5:
Met this mysterious dude again, Auguste. He's got this enigmatic air that's hard to shake. Can't get him out of my head. The coin's acting like a magnet to him, pulling me into this strange dance of fate. Should I be worried or excited? It's a thrill, but there's an undercurrent of something darker.
Day 8:
Feeling kind of off-kilter. Auguste's image is stuck in my brain, and the coin's vibes are less fun and more intense. Still, it's like the start of a thrilling movie, right? A rollercoaster of emotions and mysterious forces at play. Hope this story gets more exciting soon.
Day 10:
Been working for the Arlong Pirates, I'm tired. Auguste is like this shadowy puppeteer pulling strings behind the scenes. The coin's the strings pulling me toward the unknown. Wondering if I've bitten off more than I can chew. This adventure is getting more intense than I bargained for.
Day 12:
Dreams have taken a turn for the dark and eerie. The Von Carstein Coin isn't just quirky anymore—it's like a portal to some creepy place. Auguste's influence is undeniable, and I'm questioning if I've unwittingly become a player or a pawn in some cosmic game. It's getting harder to discern reality from the shadows.
Day 15:
Lost in some kind of nightmare tapestry. Auguste's presence is overwhelming, haunting my thoughts like a relentless specter. The coin feels like a curse, weaving a dark force into the fabric of my being. Servitude to these unseen powers feels like an art form, and I'm not sure if I'm the artist or the canvas. The lines are blurring.
Day 18:
The Von Carstein Coin's heartbeat is downright creepy now. It's like a dark force is calling the shots, and Auguste's influence is pervasive. I'm not sure if I'm navigating this journey or if I'm being guided by unseen hands. Reality's fraying at the edges, and the coin's no longer a fun trinket. It's a wicked conduit, channeling void madness. What have I gotten myself into?
Day 20:
Reality feels like it's unraveling at the seams, and the Von Carstein Coin is no longer a charming trinket. It's a harbinger of cosmic chaos, pulsating with a sinister energy. Auguste's presence is a tempest tearing through the tenuous threads of my sanity. Servitude feels like an art form—an intricate dance with forces beyond comprehension. The coin's relentless whispers echo void madness, and I'm left questioning the very essence of my existence. What have I gotten myself into, and can I find a way out of this maddening labyrinth?
NSFW PICS
For your information, the story is crossposted on Questionable Questing under "A Horror's guide to Piracy" from Lachenille
On the thread are many NSFW pics of the characters that I spent a lot of time making assisted by an AI. You can consult them there - I think an account is needed :
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