Captain's Log

[Smoker's not in a good mood, but since he never is, it might not show to most people beyond his sudden abandonment of books and intellectual pursuits in favor of punching the crap out of things at the barracks. Just completely wailing on them, rhythmically like a kickboxer and not letting up. This has actually been going for a couple of days, but usually less apparent then today since he was also taking breaks to stack rocks and keep his cool. Finally letting up and putting his jacket back on (despite the cool weather, un-zippered and he'd been topless while exercising, he sits down to let this trade-mark growl voice over the journals.]

Anyone interested in learning basic self defense in a physical nature; I'm offering free lessons. I can teach marine style basic defense, the jitte and boxing or kickboxing.

No pirates.

Kohaku, I still expect to see you at lessons.

[And at this there's a pause and the sound of teeth grinding twin cigars as a small muscle in his cheek twitches while his voice sounds much more weary and irritable than ever.] Welcome back to all soldiers.