I seem to have gone quite wild and badly behaved yesterday. More so than hate day, but perhaps less so than love day.

Well, I suppose apologies are in order. And thanks. I'm sure you all know who you are, to whom they are directed.

EDIT: In all the curses yesterday I forgot to mention this, though it's probably old news by now: Turner, your father has probably proceeded to whatever restful heaven is reserved for repenting pirates who've suffered a decade or so of torment. Jones was alone on his ship, and being dragged here has broken his control over his crew. There's something to cheer you for the day.

LATER EDIT: The increase in Sparrow 1700-2000 doubles is becoming deeply disturbing. I pray I'm not forced to spend any length of time in a room with all five of them, else I should be wandering even further down the path to complete insanity. However, what's even more disturbing, considering Sparrow's chosen career, is that at least three of them are officers of the law. In the most technical sense, obviously. We might be able to make up a sensibly sized militia, if I weren't sure they're all going to spend most of their time here either intoxicated on opium or spasming in nervous paroxysms of apoplexy.

They're all completely insane! There's five of them, and they're all completely insane.

[[ooc: Exasperated beyond belief, he's going up to the roof of building eight for some peace and quiet. XD]]