Wherein I am Exceedingly Vexed

It has been three days since I departed Port Royal with the Dauntless to search for Jack Sparrow, and thus far we have encountered nothing but doldrums on the sea and rumours on land.  The ideas that man seems to cultivate about himself are absolutely mad- he rode off on the back of a dolphin, or perhaps he was last seen in the upstairs room of a Tortuga in with two whores, a serving boy, and something in between.   

It's all complete and utter bollocks, if you will permit me to be crass for  a moment.  I find that Sparrow tends to inspire crassness in a person; all the more reason to get him hanged as soon as possible, or at least locked up in the deepest room in the fort until even he can no longer come up with any smart remarks.  A good man he may be, but he is still a pirate, and an absolutely vexing and infuriating pirate at that.  I fear for my sanity.