If you may recall. I have spoken of a lady of whom much like my mother, although not a pirate herself has often been seen with both sword and weaponry and has a father with wealth so little in comparison to my own. Indeed, she is most beautiful, has at times holidayed at my request, the ranches that I own near to my home. In all honesty and this will stay between you and I, I have found that she has very little interest in the life of one woman who calls herself a wife. In my many attempts to woe her to become something that I desire she has not crumbled at my feet and begged for a chance to be wedded to such a gift of humankind. Confusing I might add is at no point has she bowed down to majesty or notables that have asked for her hand. If it were not for her father's protection, she may have been a forgotten soul in the very bellies of the Gaol.
However, it is of my own belief that even if she was meant for such a place that her skills in swordsmanship would prove too difficult for most to master. It is her that I desire for my own. And even with my great admiration, although I have never fully admitted to her or any other then you my reader it may-hap be best for this young master to at some point state these emotions that fill my belly when times come as I look upon her visage. At this point it is fully understood that in order for one such as I to be wed to such a beauty it must need be that I also change and if you have not noticed there has been a change within my very bosom that does not seem capable by only human hands. I truly believe that change occurred by only the divine and it is her that I do truly desire for myself. Not in any way to control or lord over but to walk with side by side in the likes of my own kin. To copy their love if you will.
And let me tell you this my reader. Even though she with her much abundant wealth, fashioned from her own investments, she has still chosen to accept times of proposals by even those who were not fully endowed with riches like myself or others down the hill from I. A most confusing scenario but not much unlike my own aunt who although beautiful herself turned down wealthier suitors for a life most would not desire to live. It is only in these last moments that I recognize and have become aware of much. Where my contributions were to self, hers, this swordswoman's donations were to those of outside herself which contrary to my very nature was quite the mystery, and yet, fits perfectly with a life that would please your young master at this current time. It was a wonder that she was with out lack much like Mr. Smithsdale. Who now I shall tell you is another family member, although I am not sure of his relations. But one whom I assure you was always in a place of worship praying for his most beloveds. A deed I thought most unconventional in the past.
But I do say. Wish me luck as I proceed to propose to this darling woman in a new way.
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