Captain’s Log — A new sideshow titled #UnderTheSun premiers tonight. Supposed to take a look “behind the scenes”. They filmed practice, the locker room, and me nap schedule. Riveting television.

Captain’s Log — Bargained with a sea witch today. Traded three clams, a doubloon, and our mascot. She promised fewer wounds for our Quartermaster. Time will tell if her magic be true.

Captain’s Log — Saw a fortune teller. She laid down the Wild Card. Said it means January football. I fear it means heartbreak.

Captain’s Log — If I hear the words “adversity” muttered one more time, I’ll list it as the team’s official sponsor.

Captain’s Log — Practice finished. Crew looked sharp. I looked sharper… must be the new hat.

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Captain’s Log — In life ye can guarantee three things: seagulls stealing yer lunch, barnacles on the hull, and Dolphins on the injury report

Captain’s Log — The parrot wouldn’t shut up overnight. Kept yelling “bet the spread.” Or maybe “Betty’s bread.” Hard to tell. Either way, he’s hungry for action.

Captain’s Log — Word of the first battle reached the ship. Crew fought over the lookout deck to watch. Telescope broke. Now they be bargainin’ with the seagulls for updates.

Captain’s Log — One cannon booms, and suddenly all 32 crews think the seas belong to them. Fools. They don’t know the Dolphins rule these waters.

Captain’s Log — Waller be doubtful to join our first battle. Rumor has it he strained his hip while dodgin’ questions from the media.

Captain’s Log — We sail North to clash with the Horsemen of Indy. I’ve never lost an opener with this crew. They’ve not won one in over a decade. The seas favor the Dolphins tomorrow.

Captain’s Log — The first battle be upon us. Sails set, cannons primed. By sundown, the Horsemen of Indy shall fear the name of our Quartermaster.

Captain’s Log — Parrot put half me doubloons on the game. Said the Colts can’t cover. I said neither can their cornerbacks.

Captain’s Log — The ship took on water and sank fast. Defeat stings. Worse, the parrot wagered half our gold on victory. Now I be broke and beaten.

Captain’s Log — Rumors of mutiny be spread by landlubbers ashore. I reminded the crew that we’ve weathered worse storms and still found treasure the next week. Plenty o’ seas ahead.

FinsWave I smashed the like button so hard, I broke me compass. Quartermaster Tua shall bounce back, mark me words.

Captain’s Log — Rumors reach me ear of tradin’ the Cheetah. Nonsense, I say. I checked the books, the only way it works is if another crew be providin’ a new ship and takes on me parrot’s gambling debts.

Captain’s Log — Another one swallowed by the deep. James Daniels now trains in Davy Jones’ locker room. May he return stronger… if the sea allows.