Personal Log of Mikael
At first, it sounded like Jeb had gotten to tipping mugs with that squirrelly fella, Max. But then I got to noggin-in’ it. (Pa-paw says I’m the best noggin-er in the family.) And they did find that metal cave nobody knew squat or squander about, and nobody could deny that. Plus, the Debil’s Piss Pa-paw adds to his moonshine comes outta that metal pipe underground… maybe it’s all part of this big boat?
I wanted to ask Jeb about it, but a few days back he tried to heal up Me-Maw’s runny eye with some of his bottles. She healed him up right back with a frying’ pan to the head bone. Jeb went sulkin’ off the woods with a wineskin full of Pa-paw’s squeezin’s—saying there weren’t nothing better medicine for a concussion—and we ain’t seen hide nor hair since.
I was waiting for him to turn up again when Visor Toom called people up to fight them wolfoids. I ain’t a fighter like Jeb, but I figured somebody better represent our kin before townsfolk start thinking’ we’re no account. I caught up with some of Jeb‘s companions, including squirrelly ol’ Max. Turns out, right before I shown up, some glowin’ fella named Churr asked them to find a crystal the wolfoids nicked from him. He had a whole bunch of ancient whirly-gigs, and I got to noggin-ing that he’d be the fella to ask if we were on a big boat or not.
I figure to go along with Max and the others and get a-hold of that crystal. (The stranger ain’t just for lifted pretty girls’ dresses, you know.) Once I got his doohickey, I hope Churr’ll tell me what I want to know.