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Journal Entry 6

I am very displeased to have found myself waking in the brig on the White Star! I had thought I had fallen asleep soundly in the hotel and now wake to find myself still a prisoner. I can only guess that I must have drunk too much and wandered back to the White Star in my delirium. They still have not learned their lesson though and the door is still unlocked. I will try this again, only not celebrate my freedom too early with drinking. To victory and freedom!

Yours truly,
Marcos de la Cruz
Newly escaped from the White Star

Journal Entry 5

Dear Journal,

Journal Entry 4

Dear Journal,
I think I may have made a new friend. It was early on my shift but I was starving! Supper was only a few hours ago but I was still so very hungry. It seemed like forever until Pel was going to start his “Midnight flapjacks.” So, I found myself stealing down below to the galley to see what was going on. I tripped over one of the loose floorboads and tummbled to the floor and there I noticed something I had never seen before. There was a huge rat hole leading into the galley. A little whiskered face poked out to sniff around.

Journal Entry 3

Dear Journal,
I am a lover of many things and eating is certainly one of the greatest among them. We have arrived at the Villa de Cadiz where the White Star seems to port often. Today we were taken ashore and now are staying in the Villa until it is time to set sail again. I have learned that after being on the sea for a long time that being on shore can make me shore sick! I was glad to learn that I will be staying in the brig on the ship at night.

Journal Entry 2

Dear Journal,
Things have been slow for the past week. The weather has been stifling and it is too hot to work below decks. Most of the crew has taken to lying on the deck and letting the sea spray cool them. They even let Lady Mariam Albarran out of the map closet due to the heat. I was enjoying my time on the ship for once until Captain Lot Ramirez stepped onto the deck to see his leisurely crew. Then a thought must have crept into his head because he got that smirk on his face, when he had an idea for me.

Journal Entry 1

Through much begging and negotiating, (Helmsman Mordechai ben Avraham calls it “Whining”) I have convinced them to give me a pen, ink and enough paper to keep me busy for some of these long voyages. I shall now keep close accounts of the happenings of myself and the crew of the Goode Ship White Star. Here begins my journal.

Me and the Dragoons

Awright, so dere I was on dee Whitestar and wee were in port somewhere (Aye really dunno where). We were all workin’ on dir ship gettin’ it all clean and shiny, ay wish aye could tell ye, but aye was followin’ Quintin’s orders.

How I learned to fight

So, Aye’ve been working as a Powder Monkey for some tyme now, Aye really couldn’t tell ye how long because d’ days and nights kinda blend tegetter when yer workin’ below dem decks. Aye did get to scrub above decks ever so oft’n, but dem sharks kept coming around. Aye never saw dem sharks, cuz ay’m always being yelled at to reload ye cannons and der be a lot of really big cannons on dis ‘ere ship. Lukily, ay’m not dee only powder monkey on board. Dere were fore of us ‘til we foundst out dat one was a lassie and she got relocated to der mop room.

How I ended up on the White Star

Aye, well to start off with. I’m the 4th son a farming family that belongs to the Muir Clan. We’re highlanders, but me Dad was not the eldest son and thus he opted to be a simple farmer instead of trying to do anything that might one day entitle him to part of the Clan’s fortune. So me being the 4th son meant the I wasn’t entitled to anything (especially the sheep (Joke, since you all non-highlanders believe that we love arr sheep more den arr lassies, which is not true. Well, at least for me)).

Journal Entry: August Tenth

Cadiz--my new home.

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