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 Posted: Wed Nov 08, 2006 5:37 am
Wednesday, morning
Fog's down. Pea soup out there - can't see my hand in front of my face half the time. Captain's as confident as ever, but I'm wary. I don't trust the lookout's eyes, I don't trust the navigator's brain and the helmsman-on-duty's an incompetent fool. If we hit the rocks there'll be hell to pay, and I don't want to be the man paying it.
I wonder, probably more than I ought, what Dorothy's doing with herself. She's a bright lass. More so than me, I reckon. But a woman on her own, without the laws like we have aboard ship to protect her...I don't relish the thought. Not at all. I gave her gold, enough to keep her for a good long while, but what if someone challenges her for it? What if they want to know where she got it? She'd hang if they knew she'd been harbouring a pirate.
I need to get to shore.
Duty shift - I'm off.
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Posted: Wed Feb 28, 2007 2:23 am
Wednesday, about teatime
I still reckon it was half way luck.
Enemy galleon came out of the fog. We came up close and threw the lines over, boarded and cut them to little pieces. Lost some of the less competent members of the crew, mind; Cap'n wasn't happy. Anyway, we managed to swipe a fair amount of loot each before they cut the lines and fled - there wasn't any point following. They'll spread word of us, spread the legend, spread the fear. It all works to our advantage.
I wonder if Dotty'll hear. Maybe she'll wonder if I'm still alive, if I disgraced myself by running from battle or if I was the one cutting them down like wheat.
Scrap caught a rat. We'd better resupply soon - while that's going on he and I can clear out the nests, get all of the buggers this time. Rats are all right to eat, but I don't like them eating my food.
I've still got that ribbon she gave me for Scrap. I tied it on his tail the other day, watched him chase it round and round.
Talk of the devil, he wants his tea. Rat-chopping awaits.
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Posted: Sat Apr 14, 2007 8:56 am
...I've given up on days now.
At least this time it was a clear win. Fat merchants and a second-rate crew - they didn't stand a chance against hungry cursebearers. I made a mess of things, mind. Got this lovely gash over my right eye now. Damn lucky it was just the flesh, not the eye or the lid. Still got my sight, good as ever. Bloody hurts, of course. Not one of my best fights.
I'm not about to admit to the others that it was a merchant did it. Turned out he did know how to use that sword of his, though luckily not as well as I know how to use my me. We were too close for me to use my pistols, but I managed to get the sword off him. Once I'd done that he was just so much meat.
It's a good sword. Hilt needs some work, and the blade's notched in a few places, but that's nothing I can't get fixed next time we get into a port somewhere. Might see if I can get them to replace the whole hilt, come to it: the grip's odd, not what I'm used to. It'll do for now, but given I'm feeling rich nowadays there's no sense in skimping on quality - particularly when the thing's supposed to save my life.
Ah, looks like there was some booze aboard the ship as well. Better get my hands on a bit, see if I can clean this cut. With a bit of luck it'll scar up quick without going nasty.
I wonder if it'll make me look dashing?
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Posted: Sun Dec 02, 2007 1:07 pm
We're back home at last! Sword's in for fixing, and I'm in the middle of building Scrap a proper little house. He loves it already. I tied some string to it for him to play with, then had to take it off while I was hammering bits together. The last thing I want is to hit his little paw or his little nose or his little tail and hurt him.
I miss Dotty less hard now. Not that I miss her less, but I worry less. Something tells me she's all right, being a bright lass and all that. Brighter than me, I don't doubt. Maybe I'll see her again soon, maybe I'll never see her again, but I think...part of her's always with me, even if all I can see of her is the ribbon she gave me for Scrap and the lock of her hair I keep with me.
...That's a point. I need to get a locket to put that in. Better get that when I pick up the sword from mending. It's not as though I haven't the gold for it.
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Posted: Wed Jan 30, 2008 3:30 pm
She sent me a letter. I dunno how she did it, but she sent me a letter and it came in a chest to the shore.
And this little fellow was sleeping beside it.
He's a dragon, or a sea serpent, or somesuch, so I called him Somesuch because I didn't know which. He answers to it all right - and he eats fish, so he's easy to feed given I'm used to Scrap.
Here's Dotty's letter:
Will -
Please don't ask me how I know this will reach you. There are people in
this world who know more of magic than you or I, even with you as you
are and me as a witness to you. This little creature will keep you safe to
the best of his ability, and trust me when I say that's greater than you'd
expect. I want to see you again, and though I don't know if I ever shall
I'm looking for a way.
Try not to worry about me. Life and you have taught me to be tough as
nails and sharp as needles. With a little good fortune - and a following
wind - I'll be by your side again soon.
Have fun with your new friend.
All my love
~ Dotty
...And it's just like her to say that. I'll have to hold out hope too, or she'll give me a thick ear for doubting her.
Scrap and Somesuch are begging for their dinner. Better go.
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