From the journals of Cap'n Jonas Porksword
Fourth, March in the Year of our Lord, Two-Thousand and Ten:

Crackers finally hounded me down from the crow's nest and I attempted to quell my despair with feats of gymnastic derring-do. However, by mid-morning, my mood turned even more foul and I attempted to drown myself in work.

The Money Shot has been undergoing repairs, and I've even toyed with the idea of a new schooner. However, the Ship's Chartered Accountant proved we needed far more doubloons than previously thought to turn a profit. The C.A. is wise in the ways of Accountancy, but does tend to ramble on at inopportune times, such as when I have orders to give about upcoming pillages, or punish some of the lads for not polishing the cannons.

I headed ashore to attend a daguerreotype shoot for some flyers I want printed up to boost the Money's Shot's reputation. 'Tis a thing I learned of at the Teach Academy for Pirating and Wenchness - if your reputation is fearsome enough, you acquire more treasure.

The lad I'd hired to be the focus of the daguerreotype shots was a hairy, swarthy lad of a muscular build. Perfect to project the fearsome, yet corsair reputation the Money Shot needs. Several bits of his chain and leather attire were too large, and the daguerreotyper asked me to hold it taut. I was forced to nearly bury my hands in his swarthy, hirsute chest to keep the harness in place.

The lad and I quickly established a rapport and suddenly, all thoughts of the Windy City's Buccaneer flew from my head. I wondered if I hadn't found succor in my time of despair. However, he indicated his preference for being a cannon target rather than a cannon loaded.

I'd almost swear Crackers was laughing as I escorted the lad safely home. Blast this port of no man rugged enough to fire the cannons!

Sea Chanty of the Day:
Give to me your leather
Take from me my lace ...
- Stevie of the Nicks