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Dear Journal, I have made the most important discovery ever! Jaime, the deckmaster had already escorted me to the brig for the night and I grew to be thirsty. I was tired of my life in imprisonment and decided it was high time for me to make a row. I took the bars of the door into my hands and gave them a good shake. I could not believe what happened next. The door swung slowly open of it’s own free will. It seems they had put me in the brig but had forgotten to lock the door! I shall make my escape tonight! I will lower myself into the water and swim ashore. I shouldn’t have too much trouble as Quintin has gone to join the Di Cellini fleet and will not be around to catch me escaping. Perhaps that is why they have forgotten to lock me in. It was Quintin who always did it before. Anyway, I think I can stay in the Hotel de Carrenza, they know the crew of the White Star there and they may let me stay for the night before I continue further into Spain. Therefore this ends my journal and my capture aboard the White Star. If anyone finds this journal let it be so that others may know of my capture. I know I will miss many of the crew members on this ship. Especially that of Mordechai who I speak to of philosophy and other things of import. However, I must leave this ship and all the cruelties I have suffered and begin my quest to find my father Diego de la Cruz. May whomever is reading this know of my thoughts and passions aboard the White Star. Yours truly, Marcos de la Cruz Newly escaped from the White Star ********************************* 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 ********************************** CURSES! I keep sleeping in some place that is not on the White Star and continue to wake on the White Star! I remember falling asleep in the hotel. I looked at the walls and made sure I was there. Tonight will work for sure. The door is still unlocked and I will travel further into the city and find a place that will take me in. Perhaps I can ask them to keep an eye on me so that I do not walk in my sleep. Yours, Marcos, White Star ********************************** Now what is going on here! Is this some kind of a joke? I found a farm house on the outskirts that took me in and fed me. I asked them if they could watch over me and they said they would. Now, here, on the White Star. They still haven’t locked the door. Marcos ********************************** Maybe my luck has finally ran out on me. Still here. Can’t figure out what is going on. Try again, door unlocked. Marcos Slept under a bush, woke up here. I have dirt on my clothes so I know I actually left the ship. We are setting sail. I’ll try again at the next port. Door is still unlocked. Marcos THIS IS FOOLISH! Every time I fall asleep off of the ship I wake up on the ship in the brig. It’s like I’m cursed or something! I’ll try one last time and that’s it. If I wake up on the White Star I’ll know that this is where I’m supposed to be. There is obviously some unseen force that keeps me to this ship. Marcos
Dear Journal, Since they no longer lock me in the brig, they seem to also not care about where I sleep at night. Probably just concerned about whether or not I am still on the ship. Last night I had fallen asleep in front of Mordchai’s quarters when I heard voices. At first I heard a voice that sounded an awful lot like Jaime. “Now Cap’n I’ve been thinking about the men and their loading time on their own muskets. They seem alrigh’ on the cannon but I’ll be needin’ someone who can train ‘em up a knotch… hold on a bit. What’s that there on the groond? It looks like Marcos is asleep on the floor. I’ll get him doon to the brig where he belongs!” “No wait,” sounded a voice like the captain's. “He looks like he is dreaming.” “What do ye suppose he is dreamin’ aboot?” “What any man in his position is dreaming about… freedom.” Yours truly, Marcos de la Cruz Prisoner aboard the White Star |
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