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May - 29
The Great Lake is calm, little evidence the Pallid Whale is anywhere nearby which isn’t surprising at all.
I wonder if that beast knows I’m hunting it. It should. It should be afraid.
I expect it to be a while. This book is the only thing keeping me from throwing the harpoon at someone.
-Captain Ahab of the Pequod

< Ahab stared at the paper, sighing. Writing every day would become boring but it was to keep their sanity >

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May - 30
The water is becoming rougher, occasionally splashing onto the deck as the ship rocks more and more
Storm I’d say, most common experience I’ve had out here for years
Greying sky proves my point
-Captain Ahab of the Pequod

< It felt the boat rocking side from side, she wasn’t usually concerned but, it felt slightly different than usual >

< Slightly. >

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May - 31
Storm’s worse than usual.
Not unusual, though this area has been calmer in the past, bad day I suppose.
Sky isn’t as dark as it usually is for this amount of rain coming down.
-Captain Ahab of the Pequod

< Something is off. >

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June - 1
Nothing new. Storm is still ongoing and all.
I should write more in each log.
-Ahab

< There was something under the water, hiding from the ship as it bumped against it repeatedly. It was waiting. >

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I am unsure if this is a figment of my imagination. It doesn’t feel real.

Upon looking outside, checking over any damage to my ship, I saw it. That WHALE.

It’s mocking me. Mocking me with its presence.

It hasn’t the slightest clue of the PAIN I’ll show it. It should be afraid and yet the foolish BEAST has no sense of it.

I ask, whoever’s reading this, pay no mind to the rapid, messy scribbles of this here log. As if anyone would look in MY writings.

May this be the final time the Pallid Whale breathes.

-AHAB.

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< The page is ripped at the top , torn out as if in frustration. His writing was slowly becoming harder to read from a mix of their frustrations and declining mental state from a recent event. >
THAT . . . WHALE . . . WAS NOT THE BEAST.

< There were multiple lines drawn under the word ‘BEAST’, leaving a slight tear in the paper. >

IT TRICKED ME.

< The writing became sharper, each line being pointed in increasing anger. >

THAT CREATURE WAS NOT THE PALLID WHALE.

WHERE IS IT.

WHERE IS THAT DAMN WHALE.

< Ahab couldn’t think of anything else, her anger and focus set directly on the whale that evaded attack. They dug their harpoon tip into the floor beneath >

ANYTHING IN MY WAY WILL SUFFER.

-AHAB.

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The time is now.

This creature has evaded me long enough.

I will drain this entire ocean. Kill every beast. Search every INCH of the water.

I dont care how long it takes.

How much this crew suffers.

Nothing. Matters.

That whale will have its heart impaled by my harpoon.

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June -

Everything is ready, the ship, harpoons, the crew. Every single thing.

The venture towards the whale begins today, the journey to end it once and for all by my own hands.

Many sailors fear the Great Lake, claim its ‘dangerous’ waters and ‘too hard to get through’. Pathetic, all these claims.

I’ve been sailing the Pequod on these waters for years, navigating it like the back of my hand. These rules are simple.

< Ahab leaned back, staring at the wall momentarily. >

The Great Lake is no stranger than anywhere else, those unfamiliar simply fear it more.

I should be preparing myself before we officially chart our path towards the whale, or specifically towards a structure infected by that pale membrane.

It’s unclear how this will go, but what’s certain is that

That whale will die by my hand. It’s heart impaled on my harpoon.

- Captain of the Pequod

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June

I’m sure I know where the Pallid Whale is, it’s predictable after hunting it for so long.

Why haven’t we hunted it until now? My crew. They desperately convince me it’s not worth it. But they are why its still alive.

They have no true reason to be here, if anything they are just a extension of myself with no goal of their own.

But this is my goal. And they will follow me to the end.

Even if the whale kills them, even if I’m alone at the end, it’s no concern of mine as long as I succeed.

Anyways.

We are making steady pace towards the destination where it should be next, I trust we’ll meet it there.

I’m not sure what I’m supposed to do after it dies, but I have no reason to focus on that.

-Ahab, Captain of the Pequod

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June

The journey is going smoothly, it will be about another day until we reach that structure in the water.

What was it called? Something about Lobotomy Corp?

Regardless, signs point to the Pallid Whale heading there next, for what reason I dont know. Yet do I need a reason.

It will not be a simple battle, nothing with this whale is simple.

I do not have much to say today.

Busy.

-Ahab, Captain of the Pequod

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June

We’ve arrived at the structure floating in the water, as far as it’s obvious no one is here anymore. Or at least no one who’s supposed to be here is here.

There is something here, note THING. Such item has no use, I didn’t lead my crew here to steal some glowing tree..object…and leave.

We came here for a far more important reason, the Pallid Whale, of course.

A bit ahead of the assumed time the whale will appear, however perfect time to prepare.

It will make a massive mistake coming here.

Cha maganera.

-Ahab, Captain of the Pequod

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June?

I dont know how this..thing..still exists.

Mostly undamaged, odd.

Oh well, I have better things to do. We just got swallowed by this creature.

Can’t use the Pequod anymore, better find a use for it then.

This very well could help me kill this beast. Regardless of the danger of this situation.

- Ahab

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June ? ? ?

I have found a use for the ship, setting up a temporary town inside this beast. Pequod Town.

Of course this will be under my command, I am the captain after all, why wouldn’t I be in control? Who is more trustworthy than me?

As of now the town is only partially built, more so in the stage of ripping up the ship one part at a time, I’ll write again when I have time.

-Ahab

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Unknown Date

I can feel myself slipping further and further, the days slipping by as the lack of ability to tell the time takes a toll on me.

It’s nothing new, I have no reason to slowly lose my mind because of simply being unable to tell the passing of time. It’s pathetic of me to be affected by such thing.

Others have been sent out, those unimportant to myself, to scout the inside of the whale. I don’t expect them to come back, or if they do then come back HUMAN.

Any of those mermaids who come back will be killed
immediately, they aren’t human and would kill off the others before I get a chance to send them to their deaths myself.

At least they trust me enough to not care about their inevitable deaths waiting out there.

-Ahab

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Unknown Date

Ishmael is here.

I dont know who these others are, but their existence is pointless in the end when she’s back.

I want her dead. She wants me dead back.

I should lure them to the beast’s heart, the blood vessels seem to be filled with creatures that they’ll have to fight past. They’ll be weakened by that point and it’ll only be a few strikes until I finally kill her.

I’d be able to kill that whale too.

But of course I have to lie, she wouldn’t get anywhere near me without a good reason to.

Would the false promise of letting Ishmael kill me work? I’ll see tomorrow when I talk to their ‘manager’ or whatever that clock is.

- Ahab

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Unknown Date

We are roughly halfway through the current path, half of my team has died yet that has been completely intentional. If any of them survive to the end I'll simply kill them myself.

I expect the others to be at about the same amount of progress.

I hear mermaids close by, I'll continue after killing Ishmael and those other 'sinners'.

-Ahab

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I don’t know the date anymore

It has all gone wrong.
Every. Single. Part.

I need to write down my frustrations, I heavily doubt it would help but it’s either this or throwing myself into the ocean.

Lets see,

None of them were weakened, each of those sinners were in perfectly fine health and still standing in front of me, even Ishmael wasn’t hurt.

This…pallid arm….I now have didn’t help me. My damn crew was weak and I had been affected by their weakness. And now it’s destroyed and useless, hell I can barely lift it without exhausting myself.

Ishmael… what a OBSTACLE. Instead of killing me what did she do? Kill the Pallid Whale.

My goal. The only thing I needed to do. And she took it away from me. Its all her fault. Its her fault everything goes wrong, why the worst happens to me. If she was DEAD I would have no issues.

And now I’m floating on a piece of wood from my torn apart ship. Somehow its holding up my arm, maybe I’m just weak now. Pathetic.

I don’t know where I’m going.

I don’t know if I’m going to die here.

I want to stay awake but I need to recover.

I will get revenge.

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What day is it?

This is, confusing.

I had finally taken a nap, expecting to be attacked by something and yet I am nowhere near the Great Lake it seems?

It’s currently night time, I’ll go back to sleep and wait until morning to actually talk to anyone here.

These other..beings…aren’t human. For example, one has a green transparent torso and its ribs are visible. Concerning.

I should’ve stayed awake, at least then I would be able to tell how and when I got here, at least my arm feels less heavy now but its still difficult to drag around.

Now that I actually look at it, it looks different? Closer to it being healed but I didn’t think that was possible?

Where am I? This can’t be a normal place

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Does time even pass here?

I’ve spent more time here, I still don’t know these others but I have some more information?

First one who’s interesting, ‘1x1x1x1’, the one with the green torso. Hates me and probably everyone else here.

I mean, it’s less hateful towards that..other guy, don’t know his name but giant spike on his arm?

…just like my E.G.O.

There’s also some guy with a mask, doesn’t speak and unimportant to me or my goals.

Finally some red child? Scares me, would rather not talk to him.

As far as I know, based on my many attempts, there’s no way to get away from here, am I the only one wanting to escape? They don’t seem to bother.

Now that I’m looking through this again, I don’t remember some of this? Guess my memory’s getting worse? Or was this a dream? I, don’t know if some of this even happened.

I’ll make an update later

- Ahab?