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+++ description = 'Island Arrival' title = 'Day 3' weight = 3 +++
Island Arrival
Captain’s Log, 1140 hours
"Ahoy, pasta-lovers! Our mission is finally a sauce-cess!"
– The Enthused Quartermaster
The sun blazes overhead, revealing an island coastline shaped like a questionable noodle bowl — the perfect destination for our midnight pasta cargo.
Status
- Purple sails flutter in the island breeze
- The octopus figurehead is oddly shining—some claim the wooden tentacles are still dancing to an unseen rhythm
- Slight tang of marinara lingers across the entire deck
Incident in the Crow's Nest
Upon our arrival in the harbor, the lookout nearly toppled from his perch in a fit of excitement. A mysterious figure on the dock signaled with a lantern three times—followed by a deafening call of a heron in flight.
The lookout swears the bird cawed in perfect Morse code, as if warning us of impending calamity. Moments later, a sudden gust toppled the spyglass stand, sending it clattering down to the quarterdeck, just as the heron sped off with a triumphant whistle.
[!primary]+ Mission Debriefing
- Crates of sauce offloaded with care (and the occasional accidental slosh)
- Crowds of locals, excited for fresh spaghetti
- Squid ink banner hoisted high to announce “Operation Squid Spaghetti Complete”