<<<22 Feb 2057, 16:02—Eye of the Eagle
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Surprisingly enough, we've managed to survive so far. It isn't over yet, but at least now I've some faith that we might be able to accomplish this thing after all. That was more than I felt a day ago.

After an anticlimactic fight with the remaining guards on the beach (apparently their best fighters had left with the first boat, leaving the dregs to hold us off. They didn't last long, I'm not sad to say), we took command of a tiny boat and set off to catch up with the terrorists. With a bit of help from a watcher spirit and some of the free spirits with whom I had communicated previously, we found the boat docked to the ferry. Unfortunately, the terrorists had already apparently killed everyone on board, leaving the ferry occupied only by their own forces.

At Joe's suggestion, I disguised our boat as a small whale, allowing us to get fairly close before we were spotted. We used flash grenades as a diversion and quickly boarded the boat.

After a series of running battles, none of which were terribly difficult, we at last arrived on the deck where the cars were parked, and here we were ambushed by the remaining force. This battle was more difficult, although still not as difficult as I would have expected. 'Wraith and Joe were both injured, 'Wraith by a grenade and Joe by the toxic shaman, who was lurking invisibly in the area. Joe, 'Wraith, and Ocelot made short work of her two toxic water spirits (interesting...phosphorous rounds are adequate to fulfill the "vulnerability" role for a water spirit) and then Joe and I killed the shaman. It was quite satisfying for me to have the final blow that removed her head from her body.

Currently, we're on the boat with three canisters of the toxin, unsure of exactly what to do next. Undoubtedly between the four of us we will figure something out; I still admit to unease about being this close to the stuff.