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Cursed Sails journals[]
Wanda's Cursed Sails journals were added during the Cursed Sails event. They detail Wanda's experience in the creation of cursed cannonballs.
During Cursed Sails, Salty was residing in Crescent Isle and his dialog provided clues to the journals' locations, mentioning a few islands that he and Wanda visited.
Book I[]
"Book I" can be found on Mermaid's Hideaway in the camp located at the south side of the pond.
This journal seems to belong to Wanda.
Read 'It's real!'
Salty was right. I don't believe it, but he was right. That old seadog found a treasure that will make us rich!
A cannon from Captain Flameheart's very own ship, The Burning Blade!
Who know's what power it holds? A weaponsmith DREAMS of finding such a weapon.-
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Read 'Raising our prize'
This cannon is definitely old, but has strangely withstood the ravages of the waves.
The tricky part is getting it up from the depths. It's heavy and... obstinate.
It has moods. And it does things to us, makes us drunk, or weak...
...or angry.-
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Book II[]
"Book II" can be found on Thieves' Haven in the camp on the secluded north-east beach.
This journal seems to belong to Wanda.
Read 'A big idea'
So, we can't sell the cannon as it is. Maybe to a wealthy captain? But it's so predictable and besides, that's just one payoff.
I've had a big idea. I'm a weaponsmith. I can do more with the cannon... unlock its properties... make... something NEW.
Cursed cannonballs! The peak of my art AND a way to make my fortune! Salty too, I suppose.
If I can just manipulate the cursed iron, people will know that Wanda is THE weaponsmith of the Sea of Thieves! Wanda... I hate that name.-
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Read 'Unlocking the curse'
Mood of cannon changes. Chaotic. Separate each property with... mystic symbols? Tincture of antimony? Magnetism? Sing to it? No.
Test 14: success! One part cursed iron, 7 parts black iron, 1 part rat blood, (illegible). Cannonball made ship drop anchor!
Testing has changed ship. Curse spreading? We keep sinking her, she keeps rising. Repairing herself. Can I make more?
I'm changing too. Cannonballs affecting me. Flesh falling away. Tried protective charm, no use. How can I buy time to keep working?
Test 19: FAILURE. DAMN THIS THING! The iron has a... temper, like Flameheart. Need to test STRONGER mix! Too dangerous... unless I get Salty to do it...-
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Book III[]
"Book III" can be found on The Sunken Grove down in the lower level of the grove resting on a bench by the campfire in the cave. An extra entry was added to the "NO MORE WANDA" portion of Book III as part of the Murder Mystery.
This journal seems to belong to Wanda.
Read 'BLASTED OUTPOSTS'
Curse the BLASTED OUTPOSTS! The heads of trade won't let us sell our cannonballs!
I suspect it's The Order of Souls' doing. Too dangerous, they say!
ALL MY WORK FOR NOTHING? NO! They will see what dangerous means.
THEY WILL IGNORE ME NO LONGER! THEIR RULES, THEIR CODE, MEAN NOTHING!
Back to the workshop to make one more batch, then IT'S WAR!-
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Read 'NO MORE WANDA'
NO MORE FLESH, NO MORE MERCY, NO MORE WANDA!
GOT CANNONBALLS. GOT CURSED SHIPS. GOT CREWS. GOT FURY. JUST LIKE FLAMEHEART. I HEAR HIM CALL!
I AM CAPTAIN WARSMITH. I WILL BRING THE OUTPOSTS LOW. I WILL CALL THE COWARDS OUT!
DEATH SAILS TONIGHT! HAIL FLAMEHEART!
[He is trapped. Find him...] (Added during the Murder Mystery)-
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Dark Brethren journals[]
Wanda's Dark Brethren journals are found exclusively while the Dark Brethren Tall Tale is active.
My Darkest Hour[]
(It’s unclear who wrote this journal…)
“The need for hiding my face will soon be gone.” I wrote those words on what I believed would be the eve of my greatest triumph, earning me a place at my love’s side.
I had worked ceaselessly to bring you back from beyond the veil. Hearing your whispered words as I struggled, enthralled by the prospect of reigning as your queen.
As your battles raged on, I came to realize that there would never be a seat for me at your side. Like Stitcher Jim before me, I had unwittingly served my purpose.
Then came the day I confronted you. Confessed my love to you, and demanded proof of your devotion to me. Your laughter froze my burning blood to ice.
Flameheart, my ‘King’, I will take great pleasure in annihilating the Sea of Thieves as you watch, helplessly, from the heavens. You shall having nothing left to conquer.
Davy Jones[]
(It’s unclear who wrote this journal…)
I was born to be a weaponsmith rather than a common criminal, but you cannot live a life at sea without hearing the legend of Davy Jones.
For a pirate, clinging to their last seconds of life and watching the final grains of sand tumble through the hourglass, his arrival must induce sheer terror.
His bargain is simple: agree to serve aboard his mighty vessel, the Flying Dutchman, and avoid taking that final step across life’s threshold.
Those scoundrels who betray their pact with Jones, or who displease him in some other way, are cast down to his Locker. Pirates for all eternity, indeed.
This is a world where the pirates’ life hangs not by the fragile thread, but by the mighty golden chain. With our help, Jones will have strength enough to sever it.
A Better Offer[]
(It’s unclear who wrote this journal…)
“If you want peace, prepare for war.” Words spoken by a general whose bones long ago crumbled to dust. Words that these bones still remember.
I have spent my life preparing for war. More than that – I have crafted war, mastered the art of it. Once, I came close to losing myself to its flames.
My efforts were unappreciated, my finest weapons used by pitiful pirates to skewer snakes or hack at one another in some pointless brawl, but I persisted.
My loyal Skeleton Fleets introduced the Sea of Thieves to the truth of war. Better yet, my efforts at The Reaper’s Hideout taught pirates to war among themselves.
None of it has been enough, but now…an invitation. The ultimate test of my skills. Fashioning a War that will end all Wars. How can I possibly refuse?
A Change of Location[]
(It’s unclear who wrote this journal…)
I have become used to hiding. I hid my arm from customers, not to mention my hag of a sister, when my skeletal curse first began to claim it.
Later, I hid my name, then my voice, and – reluctantly – my face. Whenever a fresh start was needed, I would depart. Retreat, too, is a part of war.
Thankfully, I have become quite adept at sailing beneath the waves, an advantage shared both by Davy Jones and the Flying Dutchman itself.
Jones was wise to ally with the Sirens. Temperamental as they are, their spires and fortresses are born from the sea, and Jones cannot set foot on land.
As his allies, we shall soon carry the Eternal Bargain of Davy Jones to places he may not tread. I have arrived, and the Dark Brethren court is about to form…
The Brethren Convenes[]
The Brethren Convenes, by Wanda the Warsmith
Scrutinizing this strange collection of faces – some unfamiliar, some unexpected – I have finally realized just what has drawn us here.
The Fallen Ruler – the gold on his skull now mottled and tarnished, whose greed could never be sated by the paltry tributes of his disciples.
The Outcast – blamed by his kin for causing chaos, now lured here by the Sirens’ song. He sees, at last, that his dream is over. It is time to wake up.
Davy Jones himself – once a pirate, whose greatest love was the sea, but that sea betrayed him in the end. Took all it could, gave nothing back.
We are all here because we have lived the lie of the pirate’s life, in our own ways, and it brought us nothing but anguish. Now it is time for the lie to end.