As I write this log, the Red Maiden has breached the outer layers of the Pandemonium biological dead zone. Even in death, i fear for my life already. All of us do, even our proud captain, who I know well enough to tell he’s hiding his fear behind a poorly acted smile, though we all are grateful for him trying to reassure us.

By now, we’ve put Mary to sleep. the more she stays down the ship, safe and sound from the coming darkness, the better the captain feels, the better we all feel. She doesnt need to see this, and I sincerely hope she never will.

This place creeps me the fuck out! Ain’t got no waves, no wind, no smell of the sea, there ain’t even sound! Our asses be getting no stimulation at all… Cant even see shit for more than a mile away. However, i still be cookin straight fire, and if that makes the crew calm their asses down even a little, It’s all that matters.

On another damn note, we’re still wonderin what the fuck these bunch of eyes were. Captains says it seems to be in the family of sea snakes, but i know damn well sea snakes dont look like this kinda bullshit! I do trust him tho, with him, we boutta make it out alive, but god damn… I aint ever seen shit like this in my whole life and I got a lotta years in me, trust me.

I aint no fair maiden, this lass has seen her fair share of gore and blood, but nothin coulda prepared any poor damn soul for what they’d witness, too many bodies to count, and despite that still no smell. Theres countless empty ships we have to dodge, all of them have sails, but all visibly rowed, because there’s no wind here…

To put the cherry on top, all of our devil fruit Barely work, like the air around us is snuffing the power out, Mary seems to be the only exception... And since we had to fight that thing… we constantly have to duck under the ship whenever we hear another one, just so it leaves us alone, fockin hell…