The Private Journal Of 

Captain Jumari

Captain’s Log Entry 1# 

I suppose now that I can write, I better start writing down about who I am and what happened in my life. I would rather my history be lost to time, but that is hardly fair to my comrades. It feels rather nice…being able to sit down and write down my thoughts and feelings about what has happened and what has yet to come. 

My earliest memory is the day that I was captured….It started out like a normal day. I was only five years old at the time and with an insatiable curiosity. My father was a soldier in the Hyrulian Royal Army, and my mother was a humble farm girl. I was playing down by a creek when I heard rustling in the trees on the opposite side of the bank. I was curious, and that almost never ends well. I grabbed a stick from off the ground and proceeded to wave it in front of me like I had seen my father doing. 

What I wasn’t expecting was for armed mercenaries to come rushing out of the trees. I dropped the stick and tried to run back to my house. All I remember was the smell of smoke…..roasting flesh…….the sound of screams…….and blackness. I have no delusions that my family survived…..my father was at home resting from an injury and my mother was unskilled in combat. 

When I finally regained consciousness, I found myself in an iron cage. Manacles surrounded my wrists and ankles, the chain leading up to an iron collar around my neck. The sounds of crying and despair filled the dank, dark cavern where I was stored, hundreds of other unfortunate souls had met the same fate. It smelled awful! Like a blood soaked gym where people hadn’t bathed in weeks. 

In the weeks afterwards I was transported from one location to the next, always in the cramped cage with only enough room to sit. I was trained how to follow orders and to be obedient, of course if I didn’t listen or was too slow then I was punished. The punishments ranged from not being fed, to being beaten, to even being chained outside in the punishing weather. I eventually was deemed worthy of the auction block….

My first master was an evil being with no heart. He would make me work from before sunup to way after sundown, with one meal a day if he remembered. When I wasn’t working I was chained to a post outside in the middle of this concrete pad. I learned how to steal without getting caught there. 

Captain’ s Log Entry 2# 

Where was I? Oh yeah….My second master was the one that sent me to The Games. I was first branded with a hot iron on the neck, the numbers 564 are permanently on my skin till the day that I die. The arena where I was forced to fight was a large round colosseum that could be filled with water for a sea fight. 

I was trained how to fight with multiple weapons there. I made several friends there………but I was forced to kill almost every one of them……… 

I still have nightmares…..In my dreams I see their severed heads and rotten, bloated corpses…..They haunt me and tell me that I murdered them and that it was my fault, I betrayed my only friends….I would never amount to anything….I am a MONSTER! I haven’t been able to look myself in the eyes since. 

Captain’s Log Entry 3# 

I managed to escape when I was around 14 and stowed away on a starship heading to another dimension. Thank goodness I managed to escape that Hellhole of a place! During the flight, I was discovered by a crew mate and brought to his boss. The boss had me interrogated until he was satisfied that I was telling the truth. After that he offered me a position in his ranks, an agent of death and destruction. A job I was well acquainted with. 

In this new house I was treated better than how I lived in slavery. I had an actual bed and got to eat two meals a day! In return, I worked as an assassin for this powerful man. I also was

tasked with interrogation and torture of prisoners. As much as my back ached in phantom pains with every lash I applied with the whip, I had to do it. I did get a few new bonuses though: I was trained even further and my techniques were perfected, I was given a motorcycle as a gift, and learned much about the underground organizations and gangs. As a result many people are my allies…….but many more are my enemies….I suppose that is as it should be. 

Captain’s Log Entry 4# 

I finally have time to write in you…..I have been comatose for several months now. I was captured by enemy legions…..There was a spy in the people that I had thought were my friends…..they were planted to get rid of me. I was lured into a back alley by said “friend” and was faced with 20 well armed bounty hunters. All it took was 10 minutes for them to have me subdued (knocked out) and restrained. 

I spent the next year being mentally and physically broken in a secret underground bunker that they had converted into a prison. I still bear the marks of their tools, and as they broke every bone in my body I still have a leftover limp. I seem to have disguised the limp very well though because no one has said anything about it. 

There was one good thing about the whole experience, I rescued someone. There was a three year old abandoned in my cell….probably from the last tenant. She had been completely forgotten about. She was more than half dead when I found her, she was so still that in the darkness I didn’t even know that she was there. I gave her the lion’s share of my rations. The kid soon perked up and began chattering—AND SHE WOULDN’T STAWP! Of course I had to take her with me, but good GAWD for the year that I was imprisoned there the little chatterbox wouldn’t shut up.

Captain’s Log Entry 5# 

It has been several years now since the last time I wrote in you…I don’t exactly know where to begin….so much has happened recently….Mara has grown so much in the time that has passed. I took my friends to where I fought in The Games….we survived and earned many rewards…..but it came at a cost…I—I lost my eye in a particularly gruesome fight. I hide it with an eyepatch for now, and will probably see if Mara can make me a replacement eye later. 

Kinda in a flashback mood so I guess it’s storytime for now. I suppose you are wondering how it came to be that I am a werewolf, well it wasn’t by birth. During a fight in the arena when I was 10, I was bitten by a werewolf that took its revenge with its dying breath. That first transformation was complete agony, everything that I had ever gone through before seemed like a mere scrape compared to the searing agony of having your bones melt and your body structure re-arrange in nothing but a few minutes. I have gotten used to the transformations now and only the full moon ones are painful. 

There is more to the story but I don’t trust it to be on paper, it will stay my secret til I die. There are reasons why I cannot release some details of my past, it would be—detrimental to my reputation. More likely than not I would be branded a monster and hunted for the rest of my life if not utterly rejected by everyone I care about. I do wish I could tell someone….it is a heavy weight to carry. 

Captain’s Log Entry 6# 

So….what to talk about…how about my complete inability to remember anything within the past few months. I am KICKING MYSELF for not writing down important details! I lost my memory during a fight with a vampire overlord. Now you may be asking, what does that have to do with my memory? Well, this son of a she-bat used some kind of dark magic spell to wipe my memory. I am slowly getting some back through reading what I wrote down but some things I fear may be lost forever….like how I freaking met my friends! I am so nervous that they will bring up something that we all did back then and I will have to pretend like I know what they are talking about.

Captain’s Log Entry 7# 

So the tavern has burned to the ground….multiple times already….and we all died and were resurrected somehow…Lots have happened recently..Visited Doc’s world. Oh boy! That was an adventure! It is called Artcralia and they be rule-aholics. Good gawd one can’t do a bit of pickpocketing without getting yer head removed from yer body…It’s absolutely nuts! Then again, where I grew up wasn’t exactly the best environment…Sometimes I wonder if I should change my outlaw ways but then I remember how much it has come in handy. Survival of the fittest. 

Captain’s Log Entry 8# 

Did a bit of time skipping and I decided that it was prime time to leave…Doc and I got captured and sent to this crazy nutjob of a world. Were kept in a dungeon on meager rations slop only fit for rats. Managed to escape but in the meantime I broke–shattered–my ankles, dislocated my shoulder, got severe burns from the stupid mechanical guardians of the world, wet my pants cause Doc decided that it was a beautiful day for aerial spins and dives, AND BIT BY A FREAKING MECHANICAL DEMON MOUSE! Am quite done with adventures at the moment…Need a break. 

Captain’s Log Entry 9# 

I have left the Tavern. Mara is old enough to be on her own and it is about time that I leave. She made me this really neat mechanical eye, it is red! But now I have overstayed my welcome. I am crippled and half blind. All I am doing is using up resources without being able to give anything in return. I know that Mara will be an excellent successor….I will bloody miss the old place….so many memories there…got stabbed nearly to death by bandits and Doc stitched me up….swiped so much root beer from Luminous…hehe~....will really miss them….

Captain’s Log Entry 10# 

I need to write this down but I don’t know where to begin. This is my deepest and darkest secret, was 

genes in the 

ull blooded 

o a 7 foot tall 

wolf. If I told 

anyone of this……… 

Captain’s Log Entry 11# 

My worst fear has been discovered….I was captured by Sky Pirates and am now practically a slave again. I am not going to go into the details of what they did to me, but they enticed me in with stories of grandeur, then when I wanted to leave because it wasn’t what I expected, they pulled out my journal, my beloved journal, and pointed to where I wrote about my weakness. They threatened me with blackmail if I tried to run away. 

The humiliation of having a hefty silver collar locked about yer neck is unbearable. Because I was turned into a werewolf instead of being born that way, silver won’t burn me. What it will do is cause me to only have a limited amount of magic and only during Full Moons when my power is at its height….All other times I am but a mere beast without magic. I can still transform at will but I will have no magic capabilities most of the time. 

They keep me locked up in the brig when night falls and still don’t trust me. They call themselves the Sky Wolves and they seem to think that I can be of use to them…I was grateful that they let me say farewell to my friends before I had to go….Not many masters would grant that liberty..especially not to one wanting to escape….. It does make me wonder…Have I been played? Surely they wouldn’t have followed me……right? 

The ship leaves at dawn…..Farewell friends…Perhaps I will return…