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21 October, 17XX

Woman: *Sigh* Another morning, another missing crew member... I’m sorry to say, Lord Biggs, but this prospect is a disaster.

Lord Biggs: Calm yourself, Lady Guntner, I’m sure the missing men have simply gone to fetch their captain. Besides, it only means we have more food to ourselves. *chuckle*  I must say that roasted seaweed and putrid bean is a most exquisite breakfast this time of year.

Lady Guntner: We could die out here, Lord Biggs! This is nothing to laugh about. Already I have wasted a considerable purse travelling to this dastardly island, and I fear I shall be finished off by the mosquitoes before we run out of scraps to eat. I realize you are of lower intelligence than men of your standing, but surely you could feel the air around you?

Lord Biggs: Well then, forgive me for attempting to lighten the spirits... 

A while later....

* loud discussion *

Man: Pardon the intrusion, my friends. I have some, unfortunate, news to relay to you.

Lady Guntner: Is it any more dreadful than our newest defector?

Man: Oh, well... I was referring to the absence of hardtack this morning, but I guess that’s a close third.

Lady Guntner: Not amusing, young man.

Lord Biggs: Ho, he takes after your brother, Christine. Makes the Floyd family a blessing, I must say. For all our sakes, Lady Guntner, try to look on the positive side of things. We’re on a beautiful island, with warm weather and white sand beneath our noses. A little laugh from you would suffice, and may make our ordeal a little easier.

Lady Guntner: This is the problem with you men. Always wanting to joke about and “look on the bright side”. A shame, really, because a little more seriousness from all of you would make our burdens lighter. We cannot just sit here, idling by while precious hours are wasted. We could have been at Albony Port by now, but thanks to that wretch of a captain we are stranded by who-knows how many miles from our destination. Instead we are here, losing crew memberes by the day. Eating up more of our waning resources, and all we do about it is LAUGH? Both of you are useless.

Floyd: Alright, then. If sitting here is the bad way to go about things, then we shall make haste for Albony on foot. Auntie, since you are so adamant about leaving our ship and belongings here, why don’t you lead the way? Or do you need a proper map for that?

Lady Guntner: Gladly! I had the right mind to study the map route before we left Maypool. I could care less about my belongings now that I face the looming beast of death.

Lord Biggs: Pardon, but I must take leave of this conversation. I must admit, the heat is a little too much for my tastes...

Lady Guntner: That makes the both of us, Biggs. In fact, I must take leave of this entire day. Goodday to you, gentlemen.

Floyd: It’s only 9 in the morning...

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