It is with a heavy heart that I must record the death of Zantetsu Takahashi.
We were sailing towards the city of Port Royal in an attempt to seek a more complete crew. Things had been progressing smoothly enough. Jobs were assigned, histories expanded upon, rooms divvied out. We raised the sails and proceeded well on our way.
The first leg of the trip was fairly peaceful. I was able to perform some well needed maintenance on my firearm. Those clumsy guards stripped it upon my unlawful detainment and did not put it together adequately. I reminded myself to inquire with the shark man about his Dragoncrafting. I saw that he made such alterations to his weapon. If he were to use his secret art in combination with my gunsmithing, the deadliness of my firearm would be nearly absolute.
Unfortunately, our trip was interrupted by an invasion of Sahuagin. The fishy bastards apparently boarded us from the bottom of the ship and assaulted us on all levels. I was stuck on the top-side with Mr. Rahl and Teme the Orc-blooded. I thought the straights were much more dire then they seemed, especially after Rhal was blinded. With Teme’s help, we were able to keep the buggers prone and vulnerable. I am the first to admit that I greatly underestimated his skills with that whip. He is a skilled combatant and a value to have aboard, even considering his slightly alarming glee at skinning intelligent creatures.
Teme eventually had me go to the next level and check on the situation down there. After helping a nearly nude James dispatch a few stragglers, the Shark man told us to proceed upwards, that Zan had the situation contained down below. if i had known what was happening, perhaps I could have helped.
We all met topside and finished the remaining fish-men, claiming victory. This did, however, come at a cost. no sooner did Zan meet us topside to ensure we were safe did he collapse and die.
It was amazing that he was able to endure even that long. The wounds on his body were horrific. Nothing should have been able to keep walking with that type of damage. His devotion to our safety was admirable. I was looking over his body when i spied his coin purse. I was admittedly tempted to secret it away for “Emergency funds”. My fingers brushed the bag, but I could not do it. It was not proper. These people risked their life to assist me, give me support and a lucrative hobby. I do not wish to hurt this developing alliance for mere gold. We did, however, discuss what to do with his weapon as a group. Teme, being a smith, has some use for it. Ry’lin wishes it to be sold. I personally believe that we should return it to his family. If I am familiar with the lore of the land, the katana and its family of blades are almost sacred to them, thought to contain the soul of its wielder and his ancestors. Not only would it be proper, but since he is of royal birth they may pay us much more handsomely for the return of a family heirloom.
I worry for the state of the ship. Teme has taken the helm, but he is not the diplomat Zantetsu was. I heard the clashing of words as I went off to try and find a temporary crew to bring us into Port Royal. I put my nose to the ground but was unable to discover anything. However, turning bad fortune to good, I was able to locate a leathersmith in the town. He had a piece of bulette leather that i was searching for. However, he refused to deal in Elven craft. i imagine it to be an orc thing. Not wanting to cause a scene, i bought the piece. i plan to ask Teme if he can work the armor to match my current set. If i were to combine the hardiness of the Bulette leather and the sleek composition of the Elven style, I could be even better protected.
I returned to the ship to make my requests and look at what the day would bring. Desmond fell into the waters from the crows nest above, claiming an irregularity with his powers. James was being his usual boisterous himself, spooking the ocularly repaired Rhal. Ry’lin wandered back with a newly hired assistant of hers. She was painted and styled in the finery of a noblewoman, which i suppose is fitting to her blood. She proves her beauty even in the rough and tumble conditions of the sailors life. I attempted to compliment her on these qualities, but James ran roughshod over the graceful art of the court with crude sexual entendre and assertions of Sapphic companionship. I do not know if such statements are accurate, nor are they his business if they are. That privacy belongs to Ry’lin, her assistant, and their confidantes alone. I do not see James falling into that category any time soon.
But that is, in the meantime, relatively unimportant. I will be practicing strikes and unarmed combat, attempting to diversify my talents in the event I may be forced into a situation of combat leadership. i would have once left that to Zantetsu, but that time is unfortunately over.
His sacrifice bought us a future, and I intend to make the best of it.