Entry 1 Clear weather. Put out of Southshore with all hands. If any doubt the power of the Gold Fleet, they won't when we cross the horizon. Entry 2 Clear weather. By some ill-conceived joke we are to be joined by a squadron of Khajiit-led privateers. Something about "appealing to the natives through diplomatic overture." Surely they have a better use for us than playing nursemaid to ruffians. Entry 5 Rough seas. The Peregrine was unable to locate its quarry and heavy winds will prevent us from pursuing further. Strange, our Sighter indicated clear weather for at least three days.