Journal Entry 1

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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.
Today started much like any other day. I awoke to the less than friendly voice of Jamie “Deckmaster and don’t you forget it” Muir shouting that I have slept in far to late and am already late for my chores. Which doesn’t make any sense to me since I am locked in the brig at night and cannot come out until I am released. What does he expect me to do? Excersise? I began with the usual things such at tying this and that on the deck. “Lash that line Marcos! Tie down the mizzen!” I think Jaime forgets that I once sailed on a ship also! I also feel that I could work much more efficiently if they wouldn’t insist on hanging me by my feat and suspending me upside-down for most of the work, although it seems to amuse the rest of the crew. Then it was down below decks to work on cannon reload time.
This is where the gunners stand next to the cannons while I run back and forth for powder, wadding, and shot, only so they can stuff it in and fire the cannon. Things were going well enough until I decided to change up the routine a little and set a double charge of powder next to the aft starboard cannon (that’s the one closest to the magazine and therefore the easiest to get the powder to) just to see if the gunners were paying attention. It turns out they were not and they loaded all the powder into the cannon. The explosion was stupendous, however the cannon was not braced well enough for such a blast and it managed to break free of it’s moorings. I and the gunners managed to avoid injury, but the motion of the cannon pinned Deckmaster Jamie to the hull. He managed to turn a bright red, the color of roses I think, before bellowing out my name. I knew from that point on that I was going to be scrubbing the deck for next few weeks. It is time to sleep and the candle outside the brig is getting low. All I can say is that I just wish I could go home! I don’t know what that home is, but there just has to be something better than this!

Yours truly,
Marcos de la Cruz
Prisoner aboard the White Star