I guess the Captain had been keeping a log of our travels. Since he has fallen ill, it has fallen to me to keep this record.
We had gotten all the cannon off the El Diablo and were debating what to do with them. Migel was convinced the cannons were cursed, and I thought he might just jump off the ship and try to swim for it. It was hard to argue with him, with all the dead bodies hanging on the El Diablo. I thought we might be able to turn them into Admiral Duckworth, either for gold or possibly even a Letter of Marque. Regardless, this was the second job we had done for the Great Hok and both of them had left a sour taste in my mouth. Sure, the first one was profitable. But the Hok had flat out lied to us about the nature of that wreck.
Captain Thunder initially seemed conflicted, but then made up his mind. He gave us a speech: