Journal:

It seems that our travels in Chult are becoming increasingly more treacherous. It has been put upon me, Ara Moonrage, Druid of the Circle of the Moon, to document our adventures. In the unfortunate event that we succumb to the mighty forest, or perhaps get swallowed up by the great sea; we want others to know what we have discovered. We want to help others to succeed where we have failed. To date, we are on a ship named The Jackdaw and are currently sailing to the southwestern edge of the continent. We are nearing our destination, Jahkara Bay. We hope to find answers in the city of Omu. We are in search of the Soulmonger, the suspected culprit behind the now infamous Death Curse. We have already lost our patron, Syndra Silvane, to resurrection sickness.

We have recently accepted a stowaway into our ranks, Osfer Deepwater. My traveling companions would not so easily accept his deceit, but the curious humanoid provided aid during a desperate time. I have never encountered marid before. Without the underwater breathing caps that Osfer provided us, we would not have been able to follow those dreaded creatures to the depths of the ocean, thus allowing us to save our captain and first mate, as well as ourselves.

As if water genies weren't enough, we encountered a dragon turtle that took much of our currency in exchange for sparing our ship and our lives. I do hope not to encounter another one, ever. In addition to the spectacular ocean monsters, simple reef and hunter sharks also keep us on our toes. They are just waiting for one of us to make a mistake and fall overboard.

Hopefully, we don't run into pirates on top of everything else. There are bounties to collect, should we succeed in confiscating the ships and disabling the pirates. However, with the bard Paris remaining in Port Nyanzaru, our powers of persuasion have been greatly hindered. We certainly cannot depend on those Battlehammer brothers to speak with any eloquence. They are skilled fighters, but their nearly always drunken mouths are not blessed with grace. The funny little gnome, Gerk, would just soon as instigate a fight, rather than deter it. He is an odd duck and has an unhealthy obsession with skins, human or otherwise. That, coupled with his incessant overestimation of his abilities, would no doubt seal our fates. Alas, it all falls to me to keep the crew happy, the party safe, and document our travels in Chult. Should you find this journal, I implore you to continue the search for the Soulmonger. Much history and knowledge will be lost should we fail and our resurrected be condemned to the true death.

Journal:

It seems that our travels in Chult are becoming increasingly more treacherous. It is has been put upon me, Ara Moonrage, Druid of the Circle of the Moon, to document our adventures. In case we succumb to the mighty forest, we want others, who may be searching for the cure to the Death Curse, to know what we have discovered so that others may succeed where we have failed. To date, we are currently on a ship named ….. and we are currently sailing to the southwestern edge of the continent. We are in search of…..we have recently accepted a stowaway into our ranks, Osfer…… My traveling companions would not so easily accept the deceit, but the curious humanoid provided aid during a desperate time. He helped us save our captain from the depths of the sea……