Blessed be our stout hearts and obstinacy – the pestilence has been overcome! Praise be to Fate too, who, by her grace, has let the entire crew survive, albeit in a somewhat piecemeal manner, judging by the wholesale loss of limbs to gangrene and bad debts.
Still, the loss of legs has been offset by the growth in hands: despite the internment, our ranks have swollen nonetheless. Mostly we suspect a lackadaisical approach to quarantine, although one crewman has suggested binary fission; a little knowledge is truly a dangerous thing.
The first to violate our sanctuary was “Basher” Barrah. How she had breached the security was anyone’s guess – indeed, she certainly had no idea, having simply found herself onboard, slumped over a grog keg she’d sniffed out and drained the night prior.
Brutal yet dextrous, with beadwork as fine as her swordplay, she missed no opportunity to show off her jewellery made from the bones, teeth and toenails of those foolish enough to cross her. Yet her portfolio of skills extended beyond mere violence and craftwork - she was also adept in homicidal vegetarianism, shouting at foreigners, and, crucially, five ways to kill a man with pantyhose.
Refrigeration Engineer
“Basher” Barrah
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