We met this lass on a trip to some remote location off the Bermuda Triangle called Donald's Dock It was home to a strange race of colorful talking animals. This one was a small blue cat, named Mel, who wished to
travel the seas. When we set sail and left the area, we saw a strange change in the cat though. The further we sailed from the island, the more she turned into a human. She still sails with us day after day, but she isn't fully used to the pirate ways yet.

Sarah "Beware the Cutlass" Truebane

An exotic dirt importer from England, she certainly had the brains to be part of our crew. None of us have ever figured out her strange obsession with dirt, or why she has to carry it around everywhere she goes. She did learn her lesson about pouring our rum out to fill the barrels with dirt now, but we still occasionly find a bottle missing here and there.

Last time I saw Sarah, we were escaping imprisonment. She insisted she hang back and we didn't see her since. Found a note wash ashore afew days ago, sure sounds like her.

I found all this fresh dirt and a place to stash it,
now my only trouble is getting out of here...
seems the Navy has multiplied... HELP!

You must remember Di's freind I mentioned earlier. The connoisseur of fine rum? Well, it seems he's gotten himself into a might bit of trouble with the navy. He just seems to pretend too much, and pretended he was a cadet. Di recieved half of a bottle with a message in it, seems he pretended that glass floated on lava. Now we only have a riddle as to his location. If ye' find him, he may finally join us!