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This mad old woman chucked a cat at me today. I killed my landlady, but this one seems delusioned. I gave her the basket full of knitting and liquor and showed her in the direction of the pirate's bar. Let's hope she shows them mercy.

Also, there's a coffin in the goddamn basement. I don't know whether to be thrilled or seriously freaked out. I haven't touched it yet. Knowing my luck, it'd be cursed or something.

-Apollo

While I was in my stupor, Star comes down, sets the gizmos down in a convienent box, and promptly opens the coffin.

And what do we find inside? Gold? Jewels? A female vampire? No. We find a gentleman's bowler hat with the name "Walter" embroidered on the inside. The hat rests strangely on top of what I presume to be 'walter's' remains, as if someone placed it there as an afterthought.

I'm floored. What on earth did Star make of this?

There are far too many questions here. Perhaps I shouldn't have killed the landlady without asking a few questions first. Crap.

The room feels weird. The air, too. Almost a dark headiness down in the basement. Feels like foreboding, almost. I couldn't imagine why. Maybe we've angered Walter.

I'm starting to grow suspicious of this Walter guy.. Why does he have to stay here? I do like his hat however. I've made it my responsibility to look after it now that it's owners died. Oh gawsh. Speaking as if it's a puppy now! I feel as if I shouldn't have taken it but it does suit me ever so well.

Must dash! continuing cleaning!

I wonder if they realise who the hat belongs to... Star seems as if she may have figured it out...

Dear log,

Sorry I haven't written in you for a bit. I went on a cruise and forgot to grab you. By cruise, of course, I mean a pirate raid. I mean, if I'm going to be called a pirate for selling rum, I might as well try out some of the things that pirates do. I'm pleased to say that I plundered some high-quality silver tankards, though I'd better get them reinforced if I want them to survive being in a rum place.

Apparently my vampiric neighbor has a friend who flies a plane. I thought about hiring her to write a message in the sky to advertise my business, but then realized that I could get that job done myself, since I have a wing and all.

Able to see my house from up here,

-L.T.