Entry 012 8.12.1036
About 5 minutes before my 'hard interrogation' I was allowed 1 call. I bet everything I had on Ilsa and a hunch. Amazingly she answered the call. I told her call my secretary and tell her my ship tag was stolen and swapped. Get----that recovery service.
As expected the meaning behind my conversation with Ilsa was of one of many key interests to my new friends. They asked all sorts of questions about who I worked for, what I was transporting, why was I lying about who I worked for(apparently self employed doesnt compute?), and who was 'that recovery service'. Oh the game went on for a few hours. First Sven was all loud and mad, then Handy Manny over there would give out aggressive hi fives hoping to coerce more details. It would have been a lot more fun if my hands werent tied, but I didnt let that get me down. I did have to protest when Manny decided to shout in my face though. He was all red from being mad and shouting a lot(or was that my blood dripping? idk), he spits when he yells, but I drew the line at the stench of death coming from his mouth! My protests over his dubious odor drew many praises and accolaids from Sven. Which in turn drew many hi fives of appreciation from Manny in response. I could really feal the bonding going on in this little room of ours. I must complain later about the lighting though. It was getting aweful dim as time progressed, and Im pretty sure the bulb was bad as the light was taking a red hue as well. No matter. We boys were making the best of it.
I must have been overcome with joy and fainted because the next thing I remember I was laying on the couch in Ilsa's apartment. My head felt like a ton of bricks had been dropped on it. Even with my blurred vision, it wasnt hard to make out the long golden ponytail Ilsa had. She was talking with a pair of gentlemen in suits by the door, but in this state I couldnt make out who they were.
They excused themselves when they noticed me stirring. She came over and kneeled beside me, relieved to see me alive and awake I imagine. She hi fived me too! Started rambling on about how I could have died, why I needed to be more careful now, how I was so inconsiderate and heartless, and how could I enlist such a recovery service and on and on. I reminder that If i didnt know such people, I wouldnt be here right now.
It was a real touchy moment, too bad Bon chimed in from the corner. He wasnt cheap, but he always got the job done. I referenced his lack of tact and taste. He retorted about my lack of care and security being the mainstay of his employment. I offered to stop including free passage on my ships. He implied it would probably be a safer trip anyway. I nodded as he walked to the door and mentioned that he was headed back to Honshu. I offered him a ride tomorrow. He refused, until I mentioned a case of sake in my cabin.
Sometimes I wonder who my enemies and friends really are.
