Captain's Log: Thursday, March 18, in the year two thousand and ten, nearly two years since the Black Swan began her journey to find the Lost Key.
Sixty Eight days until we reach Key West.
Land Ho! As we swing the lead and approach draft, me shouts the orders from the Quarterdeck: "Heave to mateys, and drop anchor!" "Aye, Aye Cap'n!" A gunner is left in charge of the White Spirit whilst me first Mate, Alvida Viper, and I head ashore with ten sailors in the long boats. Hank the Cabin boy is sent to climb the ratlines to the crow's nest equipped with spyglass to keep a lookout for possible ambush. We know not exactly where we are nor quite what awaits us, but we must row ashore to look for provisions while the crew continues repairs. The White Spirit of the Castaneda is battered but safe.
"Put your back into it, Mates!" I believe this to be the Uncharted Isle where Captain La Fey and LaGrange acquired the Chest from the detritus washed ashore from countless wrecks. I hope to find clues to the origins of the Ghost Book. From the Long Boat, me eyes be deceiving me: thar be a woman on the beach of this beckoning to us. No sailor, man nor woman, makes mention. I no longer concern meself with madness. I accept all visions as we row towards My Lady of the Island.
Your Servant, Captain Billy Jack Wordsworth