Left Novigrad. Heading south, to Bremevoord. All’s calm.
Arrived in Bremevoord. Port’s full. Four hulks, six cogs, one carrack and nigh on a dozen longships. Strange. Near half the longships carry privateers in the Empire’s employ. Now what’s old Nilfgaard want a pirate fleet for? And why’s she anchored in Bremevoord?
Done loading. All passengers on board. We’re leaving Bremevoord, course set for Novigrad.
Strange. A mage paid through the nose to share a cabin with the witcher. Freaks are drawn to each other, it seems.
That witcher’s a real treasure. It’s not just about monsters – even customs officers are more civil with Kiyan around. And they aren’t as annoyingly scrupulous as usual. Seems the legends surrounding our witcher have curtailed their zeal.
Pressure’s falling rapidly. Wind’s changed directions. Could use that mage now, one that followed the witcher like a shadow, but the two of them are nowhere to be found. Cowards.
Boatswain says he heard a terrible ruckus in the witcher’s cabin this morning, with bright flashes coming out from under the door. Been quiet since. Must investigate.
Their cabin’s empty. Can’t search the ship now, need to reef the sails. Won’t make it to port, must stay out at sea. We’ll raise the staysails and hope the gods watch over us from there.
Value: 24 crowns