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Log Entry, Captain Benjamin Morgan, Isla Del Diablo Bit by bit the dense jungle reveals more grisly secrets. My men were exploring the edge of the pristine boondocks, where the slander palm trees slowly begin to make way for larger exotic trees, when they discovered an ancient weathered shrine. With faces pale and a cold shiver running down their spine they stared at two strangely deformed heads, parched but not rotten, with their lids and mouths sewn up. The most curious aspect of these is their size; they are shrunken to miniatures. Did they belong to an unknown race of dwarves? Or was it black magic, lurking in the deep of this diabolic forest? And the most important yet most fearsome question: Who was it that did this godless atrocity to those poor souls? I see myself forced to lead an expedition into the unholy heart of this mystery one day. Something menacing is lurking in the shadows of Isla Del Diablo... ___________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________ I'm going to license this as small cultural property. I found it far better fitting for a cutthroat pirate island than some kind of high cultural building in a pirate town. Also I finally wanted to do the name of this jungle justice Thanks for looking!
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Log Entry, Captain Benjamin Morgan I heard word in several pubs and taverns in Bastion, that latewards a mysterious island had been discovered south of the Nest. Rumour had it that this barely explored isle was covered with dense jungle, hiding ghastly things in its deeps. Tales of a wild people came to our ears, men who used to serve any stranger who entered the land of their gods- either boiled or raw. But there were also rumours of large banana trees, countless springs of fresh water, fertile soil and forests filled with more game than any man could ever hunt down. Surprisingly none of the aspiring empires had claimed the land so far. We soon came to the decision that the promises of this island were too tempting to not risk an expedition. Too late to abort the journey, at the pier we heard the name that was given to it. Isla del Diablo, Devil's Island. Unimpressed by the gossip of the sailors we set sail to unknown shores. The sea was calm and the winds in our favour, and after one night and one day, Isla del Diablo came in sight. Although we could see the entrance to the large bay, that had recently be named "Bay of Horns", I gave order to surround the island in the hope that we would find a yet undiscovered part of the coast that was eligible for going ashore. I was in no way eager after joining the settlers that had already arrived in the bay; too soon it would be confined and cramped and well known to every man east of Terraversa. We eventually found a small beach area in the middle of a long cliff that appeared to frame nearly all of the eastern shore. The dense jungle was perilously leaning above the cliffs, blaring out a silent threat against every intruder. Dim scrub came down to the beach reaching almost to the calm billows touching the sand. Now it was time to release the first settlers into their uncertain fate. Even if it would emerge that this paradise really was the purgatory on our continuous way to Hades, we could at least feed on them...
