When read, it will provide a brief narrative before giving one map to the map wheel of every pirate in a crew. This map can be a Treasure Map, Riddle Map, or Bounty Map. Quests from the journal do not have to be completed in order to complete a crew's Voyage.
Mysterious Journals will display a short entry before providing an appropriately themed Quest.
Lost for centuries, the knowledge of who exactly buried this haul of treasure remains a mystery. I may never know, for my bones are weary and the sun now sets. May the next brave wanderer continue my journey.
Athena's Fortune, it calls to me! I feel it in my bones… One final journey unto the horizon; so close, yet... the darkness... it follows me and my crew. Our final quest, scrawled here... may those who claim it fare better than we.
Crushing death and grief… soaked with blood of the trespassing thief. The Inferno has broken the shroud. May it sail these strange waters forever more. The captain lingers on, his life restored. His map now awaits the brave once more.
Deep we ventured into walls of stone. Lost without bearing or shine of light. Our voyage for gold is lost and our crew now broken, Now our fate appears clear. ..we may never find the lost hoard promised here...
Endless days atop the ocean. Endless days at the grog. Though the final resting place eludes us still. Closer now. The crew is so close now to that shiny prize. Days pass and will falters. Spotted! They followed us! Black sails on a dark horizon. We leave this map until our return.
Who would bury what's left of their fortune beneath the sands, just waiting to be uncovered? Fools! This map is probably leads to nothing but bones and dust...
The fierce partnership and lifetime of piracy they shared now endures to far more treacherous ends. The bonds must be broken. Only the Order can release them now.
Long spread across the waves, the greed they share continues to compel them in search for treasure. Only blades and bravery can release them now. To those who may read this, purge them quickly!
The perpetual longing for gold and trinkets consumes the minds of lesser Captains and the Crews that follow them. Their freedom will come at a cost.
Untameable greed consumed former pirates, transforming them into a deathless form. Retrieve the whispered secret now bound to skull and bone. This bounty now belongs to those who find these words. Claim their heads on my behalf...
The hoard they stole brought more than vast riches, it twisted their souls into a foul form. They must be released from their form. The location they haunt is inscribed here...
The tomes spoke of life everlasting. The ill-fated union of crews that went in search now forever binds them.
What heart there was, now lies only bones. The Cap'n looks thinner now but his rage stays whole. Eternal adventure under the mast says he, but our burden is heavy. No need for gold and trinkets... not where we be bound. The price be paid to be sure, and what a price it be. Beware this fate, those who follow thee.
They dared to walk in the footsteps of the damned and now it is they who await those that may follow them. Though I have failed the Order, hope still remains...
Dire warnings went unheeded and now the ill-fated crew's unending thirst will never be satisfied. Break their bones and succeed where I have failed...
The Merchant Alliance is built on trust. The trust we have in each other and the trust we build with our customers. Our impeccable record for reliability may be under threat unless I deliver this vital shipment.
My quality of service record may well be compromised with this little detour for supplies. The Merchant Alliance's generous incentive scheme beckons me forward though. The crew and I are heading out to scout these island until the storm passes.
At least one Journal appears to be written by a pirate whose Captain has turned (or is turning) to a skeleton.
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