Crew log: Annabelle Lee

[Princess Fief]

The year of our Lord, 16XX

It has been a forlonged time since I have written in this journal - I've had no use for it since I bought it for myself back in the days of the Pleasure Palace. As I leaf through the previous pages I note my doodles of pirates, princesses, and romantic encounters between them. Ha, I really appeared to be a hopeless romanticist when I was younger. Actually, I still am. My handwriting was quite unseemly and my English I have no comment for... thank God I had Elise to tutor me. Speaking of, I do miss her terribly. I feel guilty for deserting she and Josh but I knew I had no choice. I could not stay cooped up in the bowels of a ship all day. It was far too tedious.

Luckily, I have attempted and succeeded in an escape and am now sitting in a tavern as I write by candle. With my small change and a little batting of the eyelashes I was able to rent a room for the night complete with a candle and a desk. What luck we women have, hm?

Annabelle Lee

 

[Princess Fief]

The year of our Lord, 16XX

I sincerely apologize for the abrupt conclusion to my preceding entry here in this leather-bound book; however, a coughing fit had the better of me and the next thing I knew I was on the floor with sunlight streaming through the crevices in the windows. I am very fortunate indeed to have a draft coursing through my room - otherwise, the candle would not have been blown out and would have surely ignited the entire room with me inside. But fate smiled at me and gave me one more day. As it were, I am not copmpletely sure of how long I am going to live. This malady in my lungs has certainly been less than polite with my reluctant hospitality and I fear will be the death of me. As Jonathan had told me, "there is no mundane cure". If there is no mundane cure then surely there will be a magical one? Oh, look at yourself Annablle Lee! You're clinging to the hope of a supernatural cure? Tisk, you know that nothing like that could or would ever occur.

Anyway, I left the tavern after rinsing my face and combing my hair. I stopped for a glass of rum and saw a poster pinned to a wall. It was an advertisment for the Aurarius, a recruiting pirate ship. Women were allowed and "respected" and that idea rather appealed to me. I decided to investigate and ended up joining the crew. In fact, I am in the dank cellars of the ship as I write. You see, my disease was discovered and now I am held down here so as not to imnfect the entire crew. Ironic, isn't it? Perhaps my luck isn't on my side after all.

Annabelle Lee

 

[Princess Fief]

In the year of our Lord, 16XX

Things have not been going as planned. I am tired, incredibly bored, and rather intimidated by the constant churning of the waves. It is not doing well for my stomach, and I fear I may start coughing again very soon.

Annabelle Lee