Dare Larsett’s Private Journal

This journal is a small black-bound book that served as the private diary of Sunset Shimmer’s father, Dare Larsett during his trading journeys, and contains his record of the daily events of his time at sea, along with sketches, tales, designs, maps of islands, information on the various lands and islands, trading records and even contains a hidden miniature vault containing small trades and oddities found on the beach or traded for and even a money bag still bulging with coins of all different varieties. It was kept is a hidden vault within the Star of the Seas, which originally belonged to Dare Larsett, along with several other items (both items belonging personally to Larsett and several objects he traded for during his last, fateful, journey to find The Staff of Tier, which lead to his and his crew’s deaths at the hands of the Star’s traitorous captain, Mikah, who had become consumed by the staff’s promises of power, riches and eternal life and Dare was framed for Mikah’s crimes after Mikah wrote a note accusing Dare, abandoned the ship after reaching Tier and set the ship adrift with Dare Larsett’s body strapped to the wheel. The diary is currently in the possession of Sunset Shimmer, who acquired it at the end of her trading journey on the Star twelve years after her father perished, during the series, the “The Star of the Seas” and was used to clear Larsett’s name after his oldest daughter killed Mikah (using her Goozli doll to take the staff from Mikah, which killed him instantly), destroyed the staff and ended the terror of the Hungry Isle forever.
== Entries ==
=== Larsett's Entries ===
1 day out from Two Moons: My Two Moons trade was successful, so an hour ago I told Captain Mikah & Princess Crystal the real purpose of our voyage. As I expected, Mikah was excited & proud, asked no awkward questions & showed not a trace of fear. Mikah is a brave man with very little imagination & a great desire for fame. This is why I chose him, of course, but I am glad my instincts did not lead me astray.
           Crystal, meanwhile, was excited & filled with hope of what the Staff could do for the kingdoms if it was in the hands of heroes & those of pure hearts.
           It was a great relief to share then secret I have kept for so long. Ever since I found Bar-Enoch’s final resting place two years ago I have known that complete secrecy was vital. I longed to confide in those I loved, but I did not dare. If word of my quest leaked out, the Star of the Seas would be watched intently & my chances of taking the Staff from under the nose of the Collectors of Illica would be nil. Not to mention that I may fail or die in the attempt!
           Mostly I refuse to think of that, but I would be a fool to deny that the risks are very great. There have been times, I confess, when I have been tempted to forget the whole, mad scheme. Then I think of Sheevers & all the other sad, damaged souls that the Staff of Tier could make whole again, & I know I must go on.
           I only have to find the strength to fight the lure of the Staff for as long as it takes to sail home from Illica.
           I only have to be its Master till I can carry it to the palace of Canterlot, where it can be passed safely on to our princess by the same means that (I hope) it will pass from Bar-Enoch to me. With Equestria’s princess, the Staff will be safe. The magic at her command will protect her from its corrupting power. In her hooves, the Staff will cure, not harm. It will be a blessing instead of a curse.
           I feel as if my whole life has shaped me for this task. At last there is something I can do for my people and my land; some return I can make for what they have given me.
           Ah … how noble that sounds! I can almost hear Mab laughing at me.
           ‘Are you pretending that you are being purely selfless, Dare Larsett?’ my friend would jeer, if she read this. ‘Are you pretending that the very thought of capturing the lost Staff-That-Cures-All-Ills that has fascinated you since you were a colt does not send your cursed treasure-hunter’s blood racing?’
           No, I will not pretend that, Mab. I am doing this Sheevers & all who still suffer from the horrors of the Shadowlands invasion, certainly. But I am doing it for myself as well. The thrill of the chase is bubbling in my veins. At this moment, I feel more alive than I have ever done in my life.
1 hour out from Illica: The deed is done. The Staff passed from Bar-Enoch’s hand to mine as safely as I hoped. I am sure that Bar-Enoch took it from the turtle man Tier’s body in the same way. Bar-Enoch is known to have spent time with the turtle people of Two Moons. Then, of course, there are those tales about him ‘taking to himself’ in his cabin …
           Thank the stars, I managed to keep my head. I told the Staff my name & held it for the shortest time possible time before thrusting it into the lead-lined box. But still, what I felt while it was in my hand was … intense. Dangerous.
           Mikah & Crystal came in from the cavern mouth where I had made them wait, and together we got the box back to the ship now it is chained securely in the cargo hold and the Star is underway once more.
           It was a good night’s work, but for one thing. I have lost the odi shell hairclip I had bought for Maarie. I took it from the safe & carried it with me, thinking it would bring me luck, & now I cannot find it. I must have fallen from my pocket in that cursed cavern. I hate to think of it lying there in the foul darkness. I hope its loss is not a bad omen…
1 day out from Illica: Crystal left for Magicar this morning. The villages of the north-east coast have suffered several savage attacks by pirates and Crystal must fulfill her duties as Mistress of the Beasts. The Staff nags at me from its place in the cargo hold, but I grit my teeth and try to busy myself with other things. My main problem at present is Mikah, whose maimed arm has begun paining him terribly, poor fellow. He says he hurt it while we were moving the Staff to the ship, though he said nothing at the time …
2 days out from Illica: Healer Vine is baffled as the cause of Mikah’s trouble, & the usual remedies seem to have no effect. The pain must be truly agonising, because Mikah has even left off wearing the hook that serves him as a left hand after he lost his true hand to a Sea Serpent, saying that he cannot bear to strap it on. I am constantly reminded of Crystal’s warnings. Before she left, Crystal told be she though she caught a flash of greed in the eyes of Mikah as we carried the lead-lined box out of the cavern.
           I assured her that Mikah’s loyalty is unquestionable and he would never fall prey to the Staff’s promises of eternal power, but her dubious reply has left me wary.
           Mikah keeps pleading with me to go with him to the hold & use the Staff to help him. I have refused so far, both because of Crystal’s warnings & my aversion to the Staff’s bloody-yet-entrancing visions of power, but I confess that the thought of feeling the Staff’s power again is tempting, very tempting—and, after all, it would be in a good cause …
3 days out from Illica: Today Mikah begged me on his knees to ease his suffering, and I agreed. Why not? Mikah needs help and surely I have the right to experience—just once—what it means to be Master of the Staff-That-Cures-All-Ills! We will go to the hold tonight.Category:Sunset Shimmer's Possessions