Journal Entry 2

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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.
“What you lot need is some exercise! Prepare the powder monkey for scrubbing the keel!” And everyone cheered.
Now, scrubbing the deck is not too hard, there is just a lot of deck to scrub on the White Star. However, scrubbing the keel involves lashing brushes to me and tossing me overboard with two lines going up onto the deck. At first I was surprised at how thoughtful the Captain was for making sure I wouldn’t drift away, then I learned the true purpose of the lines. I was to take as much breath as I could then the entire crew would take up the lines and run down the length of the ship, dragging me under the ship along the keel. I owe my life to the speed of the crew. I was not happy when I came up on the other side gasping for air when Lot turned to his First Mate Quintin Lawless and claimed that “The keel isn’t clean enough! We must have it spotless for when we see Lady Caterina!” The crew cheered again and I went under another five times.
Later we spotted a sail…er, large shark and soon engaged in battle. I found myself in a comfortable position just behind the rail when Captain Lot yelled “Marcos! Get over the rail!”
“Why do I always have to be first?” I shouted back over the musket fire.” “Because you’re the slowest at loading your carbine! That’s why!”
I then found myself speechless and halfway over the rail. We were victorious at capturing the rogue…shark, and took the captain for ransome. I must say I’m happy to be alive, but not happy aboard this ship. Captain Lot doesn’t look kindly on people who try to kidnap him. My mother always told me I should be an accountant for a merchant company. I’m thinking she may have been right. I just wish I could go home.

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