22 of Secondus, 1669
Don Andres has found us a ship to Avalon. The Fool's Fret has got to be the gaudiest, brightest, and obnoxious ship I have ever seen. I swear this ship was decorated by the Montaigne court. But the actors and sailors aboard are good people. We are stuck on an island at the moment. There was a horrible storm that damaged the ship. There seems to be a some sort of city under the lake in the middle of the island. When we explored it we found many useful things. It was also a safe haven that saved our lives. Shortly after our arrival there was an earthquake and a resulting tsunami. Ironic, hiding underwater from water. There was enough supplies in the city to repair the ship. It is even gaudier then ever.
What disturbs me the most are some of the weapons we found. They are of a very strange design and made of cold iron I believe. At any rate they burn me at the merest touch and I can only think that this is because of the child I carry. I can think of no other reason for cold iron to burn me and no one else.