AHOY!

Early morning we found ourselves at the mouth of the mighty Yaracuy River and there as he promised was an old colleague of mine one Ceidrec Falco. Mr. Falco made his fortune early in life by selling thoroughbred horses but with that fortune came an insatiable thirst for whiskey. Now all he has left is his stories and of course his boat the McGovern. With Weems and the rest on board we will cautiously sail west until the mouth of Lake Maracaibo. Weems seems more withdrawn these days I hope that cocktail of laxatives stirs him up enough inside allowing that window of opportunity to perform the ritual before it's too late and this ordeal was for not.