Alas, I believe we have taken a wrong turn on our voyage to the isle of the 1st trombone, my sandy sailors. We have hit a new low, wrecking our ship into the caverns of choir, a living hell for us, as it is where the Buccaneer lurks in his free time, marking his spot all over the dark interior of the caverns. The creatures that inhabit the cave are absolute savages, as they barbarically bang on the piano and mess with the files and papers. There must be a way out, we cannot brew our blood with these excuses of people. I fear that the Buccaneer might pull us down with him, our ship is broken into smithereens, and I am nervous our future can be this way too. We must make these terrible souls walk the plank before we become one of them....

On another note, I feel that we are moons ahead of the Scally Wag. And though he might be considered a "genius" his lack of common sense and mental sanity more than makes up for this false title of his, as he often has mental breakdowns, especially when we raid his port. I like to think that he has the mental capacity of a monkey, as he seems to be very clueless and also quite gullible, but that just might be because he is new to the art of war. He is still oblivious to battlefield around him, and we will take full advantage of this to make out way to the treasure. So let's sail full streams ahead, as we seem to have a comfortable lead over at least one of our competitors.

Your Captain,
'Roo
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The main sailor has arrived and is ready for duty. This week the buccaneer was probably crying at the results of the presidential election of our first part carrot president trump. His special needs, masculine girlfriend probably had to embrace him in a hug, wraping her man-hooks around him as her large bodis enveloped him. A site to see no doubt! especially if you dont mind crying in horror at the scene while your japanese friend sitting next to you screams "Godzirra!"

Scally wag cant seem to get his ♥♥♥♥ together and keeps leaving his brass down in bonetown and his music in random stands. Apparently having it hidden from him time and time again hasnt gotten it through that scattered mind of his to put it away.

Speaking of scatter brained and never getting laid, The whitest girl we know with a black nickname also felt like commiting suicide at the results of the election. Id recommend she hang herself but i doubt she could fall as low as her GPA... And who says school isnt uplifting; She'll probably never see So many Ds lined up for her at any other point in her life!

Ive also been informed that the buccaneer was verociously diggin for gold in class, enough to make a 49ner like a 8 year old minecraft player post 2013 boom. Not my greatest work boys but just a glimpse of what to come!

My Sandy Sailors,
I believe that the Scally Wag is at it once again. After a long and painful dig for treasure, in which we were unsuccessful, we had noticed that ye little rascal had been up to no good once again, this time raiding our docks and ship ports. The Scally Wag attempted to assassinate our top sailors, chasing their ships from behind in attempt to hijack them... However, we were able to escape, barely squeezing by, as we sailed away from the lil' demon, with our cannons armed and ready to blow. We will soon have our revenge, as the war is not over. Although our weaponry is far more advanced, with greater range and better accuracy. his Guerilla style tactics can still be very unpredictable, and so, we must keep an out our for him. Just listen for that high pitched voice and get ye rifles ready, mates. And, remember, keep your bells high and your heads higher.
Your Captain,
'Roo
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My sandy sailors, I believe that the Buccaneer and the Scally Wag have been let loose again. We must navigate the seas with caution, especially since the great treasure hunt has once again begun. Luckily for us, non of our crew has gotten diagnosed with lice, nor body odor, the two major signs of "sea sickness." Thus, I have hope in us, as our bones are stronger than ever. Although our two greatest rivals have been on the hunt far before us, I feel that we are much stronger, after all, we do have the section leader award in our favor. Finding the hidden treasure on the isle of the 1rst bone should not be hard. We are capable to lift our bells with ease, and keep them there for a couple minutes, so we should be able to hold off these two beasts just fine. So let's set sail on this never ending voyage! Ahoy!

Your Captain,
'Roo

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