This is targeted as a puzzle hunt puzzle. Any advice on difficulty is appreciated.
Famed adventurer Aldie Wish left on an expedition to find the Golden Scorpion. Nobody in her party has returned, but hopefully the scraps of her diary that were found hide a gem of insight into what happened.
Text version of the journal entries:
I was manning the Wish Antique Shop all alone when a strange man came in and told me of the Golden Scorpion. It's been a while since I've adventured, but it piqued my curiosity.
I arrived in Brunei, and using the Treasure Hunters app, hired Aziza, a local guide, to show me around the city. How I wish technology like this existed in the past!
Aziza first got me an audience with the vazir. Concerned about the curse he says surrounds anyone who has anything to do with the Scorpion, he told me not to return.
They call me a blasphemer. Aldie Wish, a blasphemer? Hogwash. It seems the locals really believe in the curse though. They won't even give me the time of day.
I remained in the hotel while Aziza met hysterical townsfolk and tried to calm them down. It was all he could do to stop them from grabbing torches and running me out of town.
Money talks, it seems. Waving a coin at a street beggar netted us invaluable information. Turns out the Scorpion was on a ship that wrecked off the Cape of Good Hope. To Africa!
Some things seem to rub you the wrong way. The massive storm we saw while on our way to South Africa shook Aziza. He's convinced only ruin awaits, so I'm on my own in the final stages.
After an overnight flight, the plane rolled to a stop. Azure seas stretched as far as I could see. For better or worse, the end of my journey is just under that surface!
I contracted with Namaqua Marine Salvage to charter a ship to search off the coast. I'll give them any treasure we find, keeping only the Scorpion. That's fine with me.
With the (very welcome) aid of a paralegal helper, I dotted the I's and crossed the T's on the salvage contract. We set sail in the morning... the treasure would soon be mine!
The wind hits me and I pull up my hood. I am on deck, fixated on the storm on the horizon. The Chappaqua is a small ship, so unless it clears we'll have to turn back.
As we approached the treasure, we saw Davy Jones himself appear, leading an army of undead pirates. I'm praying for a miracle.
Each journal entry has one piece of information hidden.