I don't have to go to Booty Bay to get some action anymore.

Her name is Lionea, and with a few well-placed compliments, she's easy. The problem is, she has an orc friend who's a bit protective of her. I better watch my ass.

She is good, though. Worth the risk.

Calumet is gone.

She took off, threw her pearl at me, just ran away from me. I told her the real reason why the Raiders are after me, why I don't want her to be with a crew of pirates, and she's still angry. Now, the girl is off in the jungle somewhere. Loas, I miss her.

I stole money from the Raiders.

It was a long time ago. Calu and I were struggling to survive on our low pay and I decided that enough was enough, our survival mattered. So ... I managed to trick Rose into telling me where the booty was kept - on board our ship - and I snuck down and took some extra. It gave Calu and I food for a week. It kept us alive until I was able to prove myself.

They found out recently, and added that to another charge - I had been thinking of leaving the crew anyway. I was making arrangements with another, less goblin-inclined group of sailors and, next thing I know, my face is plastered all over Booty Bay.

I don't know how to use this pearl she threw at me, so I'm going to hold onto it until I can give it back to "Xa'ru" or the black-furred Tauren that Calu mentioned. I don't know the damn names.

This time, I can't help her. I have to save myself now.

((There's a leaf pressed between the pages here - probably from some jungle plant - as well as an exotic-looking flower.))

I'm sick of Tuv telling me what to do. I'm sick of pretending to be that cheerful, happy-go-lucky, stupid little girl. I'm sick of hiding.

Even Matojo wants to tell me what to do!

The old captain said that he sent me off the Fury because he didn't want me ending up like him. Instead, I have to pretend to be some naive little girl in order to get by. Sure, I don't know everything, but I know more than I let people think.

Maybe I do act on my emotions a little too much. I mean, I threw my pearl at Tuvie just because I was mad that him and Matojo are liars and think that I shouldn't be a pirate. I miss the sea too much. Xa'ru and his crew remind me that one day I can go back!

Matojo didn't want me seeing what he had turned into, the old drunk he became, so he didn't let me know he was alive. Wanted me to live in ignorance of the fact that he survived. I think he's stupid and a coward. I could have beaten some sense into him back then! But, no, he was scared to face me. He apologized and said I was like a daughter to him.

I don't believe it.

So after fighting with him and Tuvie I ran to Orgrimmar and took the Zeppelin to Grom'gol. I'm camping in the jungle, occasionally I go back to town to get more supplies, but Griper and I are going to do just f

Ha. Take that, Tuvie, I got myself a crew.

I like Xa'ru, think he's going to be a good captain. Seems like a good guy, too, I just hope he isn't too put off by the way I have to act. I know I make people think I'm stupid - and it frustrates me - but I just have to do it that way. I always had to do it that way.

Maybe, just maybe, he'll put me behind the guns again. I miss that so much.

The Windcutter? I want to see her.

Tuvie decided to sign me up with the military.

I don't bloody-well think so. I need to sail again. It's time to do some searching on my own.

I buggered up.

Leave it to ol' Jackal to get cocky and start mouthing off after a round of booze. Not before I found somebody to look after Calu, at least.

His name is Red, he's military. Asking around Orgrimmar has confirmed this (though one sickly-looking priestess of Samedi didn't seem too interested in talking about him). Don't give a damn about his reputation, Calu will report any trouble to me.

She is less than thrilled about being handed over to military, but I told her that it's better this way.

That night, after talking to Red, a really sea-blue troll girl (nice ass to boot) caught my eye. Thought I was getting somewhere, so I introduced meself. "I know who you are, Jackal," she said. So my imagination starts running wild. One of Carter or the Baron's cronies? Informant? Bounty hunter? Am I gonna get knifed right there? I flip.

I threatened her. Lonika. Worked myself up bad, probably attracted attention. I'm running again. Gonna work in deadie lands, get friendly with them. Yeah.

The farther I am from Calu, from Ratchet, the better.

I fucked up. I need to fix this.

It ain't my style, but I should see what I can do to make it up to Lonika, so she doesn't blab. Maybe she was telling the truth, maybe she knew who I was 'cause we served together.

But how could I forget that ass, or that rack? Fuck.

Today, I try to find a safe haven for my sister.

... Samedi help us.