Description[]
- Ahab's Diary is a Quest Items obtained during Old Man and the Whale.
- Ahab's Diary also refers to a series of interactables found all over Riccioli Islands. Finding all diary pages interactables awards the World in All Its Variety I trophy Moby Dick.
Achievement
Text Interactables[]
Diary 1[]
- A Letter Possibly from Ahab
...I am Ahab and you are my crew. You must trust me and only me.
It can't keep us trapped here forever.
We have to wait till Pequod is repaired, then we can leave... never to return.
Diary 2[]
- A Lost Page from a Diary
...We still haven't found it today.
Such a large creature can't easily hide its tracks. Until we discover the location of its next appearance, we must not approach the shore, and no storm can stop us.
The roaring sea, the storm as black as the ink spewed by a dying squid, the deck swaying in the tempest, masts drifting towards the shipwrecks in the Forgotten Sea, sailors with faces weathered by time, as deep and cracked as the ocean's trenches, the hundred-meter-long octopus... And we, the cursed hunters who pursue it to the ends of the earth.
Think about it, what do we truly seek? I'll wager you this coin nailed into my leg.
Now I will tell you how we shall achieve victory. We will chase it, across the Stormy Sea, through the Forgotten Sea, past every island, both named and unnamed, to the ends of the earth. Its blood and oil will make this coin worth a fortune.
You, the spearman from the East, when you offer your spear to the gods, will you hesitate? Will the spear that once drank the blood of gods falter when facing the ocean? Come, raise your weapons high and cross them before me, just as you would in the arena! Let me see what glory you will embrace upon the waves!
Bring me wine! Come, let us swear an oath to riches, to our dreams, to all that we've left behind!
What we seek, what I seek… is that moment.
Diary 3[]
- A Lost Page from a Diary
I saw it. There is no doubt. That long horn, dripping with the pitch-black blood of the sea. It has to be it.
The boat we launched was capsized, its aft mast broken, and seven spears were lost.
Many people were frightened and urged me to turn back... No, I will not stop. Of the seven spears, four were shaken off, but the other three lodged in its body. I saw them in its back, and the shattered crystals fell into the sea.
This is day fifty-five.
We are not chasing it; rather, it is standing in our way. Don't you understand? Only by killing it can we leave this room and reach the end of the infinite sea, to the place promised to us by the sails.
Think! We have conquered every sea! From the Tacetite-eating Wyrm of the New Federation to the memory-devouring Dreadcurl Cuttle of the Forgotten Sea... How many of these things have I killed? Have we killed? Now this thing is in front of us! Every dream and thought that crosses your mind should be how to kill it!
Give me that pipe, you old smokestack. I've walked through the haze with you all...I tell you, it took one of my legs, and I'll take it back from its heart!
I have already seen the day it dies. Its blood will burn away in the sea, its flapping fins will droop, it will flip over, and finally, patches of milky white and deep red will finally appear...
Then, everything I promised you will come true. You will have everything that is mine, be it money, oil, or faith—though I have no faith in any gods. You can take it all, even this ship. We will kill it. We must kill it. This is my fate, your fate, and this ship's fate.
Now, I will extinguish your fire, whether it is the fear in your heart or the smoke in your pipe.
Diary 4[]
- A Lost Page from a Diary
Impossible. Blessed by "Divinity"? I refuse to believe it.
It is we who conquer the sea, not it! When storms tear the mast apart, and rocks smash the keel, where is Divinity's voice then? When we haul ropes and tighten sails, where is Divinity's guidance? We conquer it. It does not bless us!
No, I will never yield. No god, no matter which one, can ever fulfill my revenge, our revenge and fate! Do not be cowered, do not be deceived! What others promise us means nothing. Only what we seize from the merciless sea matters! Prayers and blessings will not calm these waters, it is we who are the masters of this sea!
Never stop! Even if it summons the entire ocean to fight against us, we must still complete our conquest! We must prove, beyond a doubt, that we are the true masters of this sea!
Hoist the sails, ready the spears, and tighten the winches, lads!
To the whirlpool! This tempest is the great wave pushing us forward, and this fierce wind only feeds our flames!
Do not stop! Sail into the storm! Even if it means we must dive into the dark whirlpool and the abyss!
Diary 5[]
- Echoes from an Unknown Source
"Closer! Closer! Aim at its wound!"
"Its body glows! Hit the glowing parts!"
"Those are stones, you cabbage head! Our spears can't break that!"
"Hard to Port!!!!"
"Lower the mainsail! Curses, we're in deep water now! Keep the mast out of the water!"
"Where did it go!? Where did it go!? It just disappeared!"
"Keep it in your sights! Don't let it escape!"
"Face to face at last! Now I can finally kill you!!!"
"Hard to Port!!!!"
Diary 6[]
- A Sealed Confession: Part 1
The person who escapes from the lacquered black abyss need not deliver any warnings.
It seemed to mock us as it danced within the swirling whirlpool. The blue crystals on its back gleamed, barely a few centimeters above the dark, rushing waters. The harpoons we had sunk into its back were gone, but we did leave three glaring holes behind!
Every time we neared it, it swam faster into deeper waters. The deeper it sank into the whirlpool, the faster it swam, but for us, there was no turning back.
It vanished first, and when it reappeared beside our port, one mast was already submerged, and the other snapped off.
Then came the tightening of the winch and the splintering of the keel.
After that, there was nothing but darkness. In that void, I couldn't see my ship, my crew, or it.
At first, my "leg" twitched uncontrollably... I thought I had died.
I lay on the beach, alone. There was no ship, no crew, and no sign of it.
I had none of its blood on my hands, no ship's wheel, no ropes, no harpoons. Nothing to grasp onto.
But the sea breeze felt unfamiliar. I realized I'd never set foot on this beach before. Since we set sail from Cape Bedford, I remembered every passing port and beach, but this one... this one was unfamiliar.
It wasn't until a young man, dressed in foreign attire, kicked my boot to check if I was still alive that I realized I hadn't gone to hell, nor had I ascended to heaven.
"Ugh...Where am I?"
"Riccioli Island, Rinascita"
"Rinascita...."
"Did you suffer a shipwreck at sea?"
"My ship... My crew..."
"There's no one else nearby."
"If that's true... then in the end, I only am escaped alone..."
Diary 7[]
- A Sealed Confession: Part 2
...Later, I came to realize that we were "blessed."
The people of Rinascita said that whale guided ships and sailors who perished at sea to the afterlife, like a ferryman of the underworld. I heard that the merchants of the Forgotten Sea could weigh memories and souls on their scales, exchanging them for an equal weight of gold.
But for some reason, we're all still alive. Or rather, we exist in a state between life and death.
Yes, in time, I found Starbuck and Queequeg on this island. They're still alive. "It," the whale they call "Cetus the Tidebreaker," was also still alive.
How can this be a "blessing"? This is nothing but a "curse!" I cannot accept this!
Once I've had my vengeance, death may take me. But if my vengeance fails, I cannot bear to remain in this world as a mere plaything for those I sought vengeance against! My fate is mine to decide, and only true death can end my conquest.
They don't understand. That whale, though it appears tame and gentle, is cunning and violent. It transforms death into an unjust eternity, making my vengeance just a footnote in its mockery of the sea… No, I will never accept this. I will never compromise!
Diary 8[]
- A Sealed Confession: Part 3
All whales carry oil, and this oil can dissolve many things that water cannot. This is the conclusion we reached after crossing every sea.
It can dissolve things of every shape and nature into one, and there are even stories of people who fell into a whale's oil-filled brain and drowned, with no bones ever found. But I have never seen what oil this whale holds... Perhaps I never will.
More than twenty years have passed, and Pequod seems cursed. No matter what Queequeg tries, we cannot repair her. My crew, those "resurrected" sailors, have long since forgotten how to wield their harpoons. They no longer know how to fight the sea.
And it seems as though the whale is toying with me. Since that time, whether at sea or ashore, I have never laid eyes on it again. I do not wish to give up. I refuse to. As long as I can kill it, I will be freed from this curse-like "blessing" to find eternal rest.
But I... I am too old now. I can no longer lift a harpoon. I cannot fight that giant creature aboard one of these tiny "Gondolas."
Yes, my ideals, my beliefs, my fate, my vengeance—everything is gone. Everything has been swallowed by these foreign seas.
You are, of course, welcome to mock me. The rope of that harpoon, while I lived, bound me tightly to that whale. Even now, after death, I am still bound by it. In the past, I was unwilling to sever that rope. Now, I remain unwilling still... But I can no longer drag it into the black depths of the sea.
Sometime later, a young man came to find me. He said his name was Ishmael, a sailor's apprentice, and he wanted to learn how to fish.
At that moment, I recalled that before Pequod's final voyage, there was a sailor named Ishmael at the Bedford dock. But he did not board my ship. He stayed at the port, and if he is still alive at sea, he would likely be as old as I am now. How ironic...
Diary 9[]
- A Message Written Not Long Ago
If it weren't for you and that young girl finding it, if it weren't for the captain of that troupe agreeing to my request, we still wouldn't know when we could truly rest in peace.
For people like us, the end of the world is the end of the sea.
I was born by the sea, died on the sea, and finally will be buried under the sea.
This time, I could not kill it. But next time I will certainly kill it... certainly.
...Thank you, Captain from a distant land.
Interactable Locations Map Overview[]
Port of Riccioli - 2 pages; Helm Village - 1 page; Serene Bay - 1 page; Reyes Ruins - 5 pages
Port of Riccioli
Helm Village
Serene Bay
Reyes Ruins
Locations[]
Diary Page 1 - Riccioli Port - Near wrecked ship
Diary Page 2 Riccioli Port - Near Planck
Diary Page 3 - Helm Village - Next to lighthouse
Diary Page 4 - Serene Bay - In front of the lighthouse
Diary Page 5 - Reyes Ruins - On map overview mark 2.
Diary Page 6 - Reyes Ruins - On map overview mark 3.
Path to Diary page 7 - turn around from page 9 and take a left turn, then take another sharp turn left towards the last page at the far back on crates (next pic)
Diary Page 7 - On map overview mark 5
Diary Page 8 - Reyes Ruins - On map overview mark 1.
Diary Page 9 - Reyes Ruins - On map overview mark 4.
Other Languages[]
| Language | Official Name |
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 English | Ahab's Diary |
 Chinese (S) | 亚哈的日记 |
 Chinese (T) | 亞哈的日記 |
 Japanese | アハブの日記 |
 Korean | 아합의 일기 |
 French | Journal d'Ahab |
 German | Ahabs Tagebuch |
 Spanish | Diario de Ahab |
Change History[]
Released in Version 2.1
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