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+description = "The Captain's Log"
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+title = "Captain's Log"
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+Captain Hugo reporting from the quarterdeck of the magnificent {{% badge style="primary" icon="anchor" %}}The Purple Pulpo{{% /badge %}}. The seas are fair, and our hold is brimming with exotic cargo bound for distant ports. Our seasoned crew stands ready for another adventure across the Seven Seas.
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+## Operation Squid Spaghetti
+
+Our midnight run involved top-secret pasta flour and premium marinara crucial for the realm’s spiciest mission. The crew was amped!
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+description = 'Launch Day'
+title = 'Day 1'
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+## Launch Day
+
+**Captain’s Log, 0120 hours**
+
+> ***"No mission too saucy for us!"***  
+> – Captain’s official decree
+
+It seems we accidentally loaded a crate of rubber chickens instead of emergency food rations, but the crew is already brainstorming new dance routines with them. Meanwhile, our quartermaster replaced the lifebuoys with giant doughnuts for a "themed" departure—perfect for dunking our morale into sugary bliss.
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+### Status
+
+- **Reason for voyage:** A midnight run to deliver top-secret cargo (pasta flour and extra marinara).
+- **Crew status:**
+  - Eager to set sail
+  - Full of energy (and possibly leftover breadsticks)
+
+### Early Observations
+
+The moonlit sky casts {{% badge style="primary" icon="anchor" %}}The Purple Pulpo{{% /badge %}} in a mysterious glow. Rumor has it, our **octopus figurehead** twitched its wooden tentacles twice, a good omen for our daring spaghetti mission. Some say those tentacles can sense hidden spice routes.
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+---
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+Stay tuned for [more updates](second-day) from our floating festival of noodles and nautical nonsense.

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+description = 'At Sea'
+title = 'Day 2'
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+## At Sea
+
+**Captain’s Log, 0545 hours**
+
+> ***"A little sea spray can’t break our spirit—nor our appetite!"***  
+> – The Chef, after a minor sauce-spill incident
+
+The waves crash and the crew awakens to the salty sea breeze. Our beloved ship, {{% badge style="primary" icon="anchor" %}}The Purple Pulpo{{% /badge %}}, plows forward, determined to complete our "Operation Squid Spaghetti."
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+### Status
+
+- **Weather:** Slightly stormy with a touch of dramatic sea mist
+- **Crew Morale:**
+  1. Excitement level: High
+  2. Hunger level: *Astronomical*
+  3. Willingness to sing shanties: ∞
+
+### Culinary Update
+
+The kitchen rattles with every wave, saucepans clanging like a symphony of disorganized percussion. Marinara overboard? Twice.
+But fear not, the crew valiantly rescued the floating ladle, dubbing it **Sir Stir-a-Lot**.
+
+---
+
+Stay tuned for the [next thrilling entry](third-day): How fresh noodles fare in gale-force winds... and whether the sauce can hold up against the unstoppable appetite of seafaring sailors!

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+description = 'Island Arrival'
+title = 'Day 3'
+weight = 3
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+## Island Arrival
+
+**Captain’s Log, 1140 hours**
+
+> ***"Ahoy, pasta-lovers! Our mission is finally a sauce-cess!"***  
+> – The Enthused Quartermaster
+
+The sun blazes overhead, revealing an island coastline shaped like a **questionable noodle bowl** — the perfect destination for our midnight pasta cargo.
+
+### Status
+
+- Purple sails flutter in the island breeze
+- The octopus figurehead is **oddly** shining—some claim the wooden tentacles are still dancing to an unseen rhythm
+- *Slight tang* of marinara lingers across the entire deck
+
+### Incident in the Crow's Nest
+
+Upon our arrival in the harbor, the lookout nearly toppled from his perch in a fit of excitement. A mysterious figure on the dock signaled with a lantern three times—followed by a deafening call of a heron in flight.
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+The lookout swears the bird cawed in perfect Morse code, as if warning us of impending calamity. Moments later, a sudden gust toppled the spyglass stand, sending it clattering down to the quarterdeck, just as the heron sped off with a triumphant whistle.
+
+> [!primary]+ Mission Debriefing
+> - [x] Crates of sauce offloaded with care (and the occasional accidental slosh)
+> - [x] Crowds of locals, excited for fresh spaghetti
+> - [ ] _Squid ink_ banner hoisted high to announce “Operation Squid Spaghetti Complete”