Journal Entry 14

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Dear Journal,

I have discovered something about my crewmates that has changed the way I think about them forever. This also explains a lot!

We have a good bit of shore time away from the ship and the loud boom of the cannons that we can be at ease and enjoy some of the riches we have brought back from trading and ships we have raided... err... helped salvage as well as the bounties we have collected from the dispicable pirates we captured. This is time that I have had to work with the Professore Don Giacomo di Traviso on my fencing. Looks like I may have to use more than luck to survive some of the fighting on the high seas as well as there sometimes just isn’t a loaded gun in reach.

I had noticed that many of the crew all seam to disappear at about the same time each week which I thought was very strange. Of course we all attend mass on the Sabath but I was confused why they all left at the same time. Usually we would all go to the Inn of the Crimson Spade and I would spend my time playing dice and talking with Diego Vega de Palma about His Holiness the Pope. Diego is one of the three proprieters of the Inn of the Crimson Spade and the one who serves the drinks so I have gotten to know him quite well. On one particular day we all went to the Inn as usual and it was positively booming with people and then they all trickled out in small groups. I made to go with Captain Lot as it is the duty of the Gunner’s Mate to whatch out for the safety of the Captain when Quintin stopped me.

”Don’t worry Marcos, I’ll take care of Lady Caterina and the Captain, you can stay here and drink and dice with Diego.”

I frowned at the idea that I was being exclueded from the crew but Quintin had a stern look on his face that told me he meant business so I did as he said.

I waited untill the right time when I looked to Diego and said “How about one of Giacomo’s Pommel-stikes my good friend?” He was possitively delighted.

”You never ask for a mixed drink! You’re always drinking beer and never paying for it!” he said as he walked behind the bar to fetch the booze.

I watched the good bartender until he ducked his head behind the bar and I took that oportunity to slip out and follow Quintin. It wasn’t long before I saw him skulking suspitiously behind the Inn and then duck into one of the back rooms. I waited until he was out of site to creap up and listen in. It sounded like some kind of ceremony was going on so I opened the door just a crack to peer inside. There I saw the most surprising thing! Here was all the guests of the Inn and the missing crew of the White Star all assembled. They were wearing strange skull caps and singing in a strange language that they have told me is the “New Latin.” Then it hit me like a cannon ball hitting the mast dead on! That language was not Latin... it was HEBREW!

”You are all Jewish heritics!” screamed as I kicked open the door and drew my sword. I was met with the sound of many swords clearing their leather sheathes as nearly half the men there were armed. I stood there with Quintin’s stout broadsword and Mordechai’s wickedly curved sword pointed at my neck. With a drop of cold sweat dripping down my forehead I said “...and I have absolutely no problem with that fact!” Luckily everyone put up their swords and I was allowed to live another day but not without swearing a hundred oaths that I would never tell a soul and help to keep the seacrets.

This all explained a lot about this household and crew that never quite made sense before. The benefit of course was that I have been invited to all the holidays which has nearly doubled my holiday count for the year!

Perhaps the best part of this whole discovery was when Captain Lot came to me and said that he would be honored if I would partipate in his wedding to his Betrothed and Beloved Lady Caterina di Cellini. I was happy to do so.

It was truely a beautiful event with many things that were simlar and some not so similar to the weddings I had been to before. For one thing the whole ceremony takes place under a canopy that they called a “hoo-pah.” The women all walked around Don Lot before his bride was presented to him whom he had veiled himself. When I later asked why he was the one to veil his wife he replyed, “I wanted to make sure I was marrying the right woman!”

I laughed and said, “I should hope so! You’ve been betrothed to her for five years!” He had a good chuckle at that.

The whole thing was officiated by Mordechai and when the glass was smashed we all yelled “Maz-el-toff” and then danced. It was a lot of fun and I really enjoyed it, especially the food!

I’m thinking that, even though my time on the White Star began rather roughly, I’m really starting to feel warm here. Like as though... I’m home.

Marcos de la Cruz
Gunner’s Mate, The White Star