Journal Entry 4

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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.
“Buona notte little rat,” I said to him as he crawled out of his hiding place. I sat up and looked straight at him. He was brown and sleek like the rats in the bilge but a little bit smaller. He then stood on his hind legs and gave a short squeek.
“Don’t suppose you could nic me something to eat could you?”
He squeeked again and disappeared into the galley. Before long he was back dragging with him half a loaf of bread! I was quite supprised that a little rat of that size could manage to get an entire half loaf.
“Good Boy!” I exclaimed just as Pelyon was comming into the corridor. I quickly grabbed the rat and the bread and stuffed them into my shirt.
“That you Marcos?” the big man asked.
“Si. It is I Pel.”
“Ye must be hungry, let me get some of my Midnight Flapjacks going.”
“No need, I’m good.” I said as I brushed past him and out onto the deck. I’m sure he had a funny look on his face as that was the first time I ever refused food from him.
The rat is now one of my closest friends and I have taken to calling him Jeronimo. He now stays with me in the brig.
Anyway, a couple days later I had a strange day. I mean more strange than usual. We arrived in London a couple days ago and we had to port some goods over to the local tavern “Rose and the Thorn” or something like that. Myself, Big Pete, Pete, Wee-Pete and Quintin Lawless all took some of the longboats up the Themes to drop off the cargo. ‘Corse this all had to be done in the morning so Quintin wanted to leave way before dawn. I was exhausted. I never sleep well when we get to shore. Loading was hard and tiring due to the sacks of foriegn grain being so heavy, and it didn’t help that I had only just finished my shift last night. Half asleep and in a daze I rowed us all the way to the docks that were closest to the tavern. Myself, Quintin, Big Pete and Pete all got out to shuffle the cargo while Wee-Pete stayed to guard. It was a long road. Couldn’t they have built the place closer? What was worse was that one of my shoes had broken. When we got there Quintin went inside to talk to the Tavernkeeper while the Petes and I took the grain around back. I was nearly killed when I set my two bags of grain and nearly got buried under the four that Big Pete had!
“What are trying to do? Kill me?” I yelled! Big Pete muttered something under his breath, but I was too angry to hear it. I just stomped off to get the next load of grain. I couldn’t see why I was still wearing the chains! It was only making this stupid chore worse! It took a better part of the morning when we got all the grain to the back when Quintin came around and told us that their going to want this inside and in the pantry. I was so mad that I picked up the biggest bags and stormed inside. The bags were so big that I could not see anything and before I knew it I bumped into a lady carrying a steak and kidney pie. Grain and pie went up and into the air and landed on me with the pie on top.
“WHATCH WHERE YOU’RE GOING YOU FOOL! Can’t you see I’m working here?” I yelled as loud as I could.
“I’m trying to work here too, who are you!?!” She exclaimed.
“I’m Marcos, and I’m a crewman on the White Star!”
“Oh yah? Well, I’m Ameas and I’m the BLOODY COOK!”
“Ho yah? Well, what kind of a cook are ya?”
“I’m the best cook there is!”
“Ya? Well, prove it then!”
“Fine I will! You come here on Saturday night and I’ll make the best supper you ever tasted!”
“Yah? Well, I’ll be here and don’t think I won’t!”
“FINE!”
“FINE!”
And with that I stormed out of there. Quintin caught up to me outside, “What was that all about?”
I stopped and looked at him, “I think I just got invited to supper...”
Mother always told me that I should be careful what I wish for because I just might get it. I think she was right.

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