3:00PM, day 49.

Given our ill-fated excursion through the jungles, my mistress was quite disinclined to further delay. We sought the first passage we could find heading east, on a old freighter crewed by small fuzzy marsupials, who clambered over the ship with remarkable agility and a distressing lack of concern for their own wellbeing.

Shortly after we left, Madame Fog sequestered herself away with the ship’s captain, emerging to announce that our route had been altered. Instead of hugging the coastline on a long curve that brought us considerably far north, we would sail directly southeast to Koala Lumpur.

I protested the exorbitant cost...
I appreciated my mistress’s shrewdness...