Today I stumbled upon a very old friend of mine. Who would have thought that I ever see him again. And then in Macland of all places. He’s a real Pirate. The kind of which women warn their daughters of. He’s also the one who run off with my old flame Elaine. But I don’t hold grudges. At least I can put them away until I have the time to deal with them, and Guybrush was exactly the kind of Pirate I was looking for. I should have been a little bit more suspecting when he didn’t hesitate to join my crew, but at the time I was just happy to have found my first crewmen. Little did I know that he carried a voodoo-virus and was followed by headhunters. Well, with THAT headhunter I had no problems, but still...

Everything else seemed to work fine at the moment. The previous day I found a little U-shaped magnet that helped me greatly finding all the information I needed and I slowly got used to the local customs. Mind you, I still couldn’t write down my address the way the do it in Macland without some trying first but I was going there.