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Privateer Logs
A series of short fanfics of Guns of Icarus. Read, enjoy, and review!
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Log 1
I bought this journal and pen for a can of food. Shopkeeper wringed another can for the ink. What a waste.
I don't know why I keep this. I just write without thinking.
At least its something to do.
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Log 1
I bought this journal and pen for a can of food. Shopkeeper wringed another can for the ink. What a waste.
I don't know why I keep this. I just write without thinking.
At least its something to do.
Log 2
L engine blew out again, must refit or find another gearbox.
I can't keep having problems like this. Sooner or later, I'll be forced into pirate territory and this would have me shot down.
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The Privateer looked up. He was sitting on the Icarus's bow, a good spot to see the polluted sights.
Putting the journal and pen away, he went back to the helm. Thankfully, he could lock the helm a line or he'ed have to gun and drive at the same time.
Still, it was no autopilot as he began to make course corrections. By midnight he'd make it to the next town. There, he wold trade the little supplies he could spare and move on.
Nowhere was safe in the post-apocalyptic land.
L engine blew out again, must refit or find another gearbox.
I can't keep having problems like this. Sooner or later, I'll be forced into pirate territory and this would have me shot down.
------
The Privateer looked up. He was sitting on the Icarus's bow, a good spot to see the polluted sights.
Putting the journal and pen away, he went back to the helm. Thankfully, he could lock the helm a line or he'ed have to gun and drive at the same time.
Still, it was no autopilot as he began to make course corrections. By midnight he'd make it to the next town. There, he wold trade the little supplies he could spare and move on.
Nowhere was safe in the post-apocalyptic land.