A Weather Eye on the Horizon

A Weather Eye on the Horizon (17)

yello....... yes, i did mean a y..... um, anyway. what to talk about? oh. right. the book. yeah, well, sorry if you find this boring. i like to talk. but why bore you with my life? basically.... school. homework. track. yeah. the regular. but yeah. welll.... some breaking news: i went tubing for the first time this weekend! (go ahead, laugh, i know, i've never been...) it was great! if cold... the water was 60 degrees! and i fell off (but only cuz my bff's lil sister shoved me off :P) but yeah. oh sorry. babbling again. here you go!

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Next Day

Dear little book,

We are nearing land. There was talk of stopping at an island, and at first I got excited, but then I realized we are still too close toJamaicato be nearBarbados. I was then very disappointed, but any land is good. I need to put my feet on some solid land! I fear I shall go mad on this ship. I do not know how some people can stand it.

Well, I do enjoy it, I suppose, but sometimes it is rather dull. I wonder if it would be better if Margaret were with me.

Margaret. I haven’t seen her in so long. I haven’t seen anyone in so long. What would she be like aboard the William? I do not think she would enjoy it. She goes along with me, but she never was as wild as me.

I do wish she were here, though. Or Luke. Or anyone.

I am growing tired of sea life. And pirates.

A Few Days Later

Dear little book,

Another month gone already. I think. If my calculations are correct, it’s been twenty some days since we pushed off fromJamaica. We are now landed on a small island somewhere in theCaribbean. I am not entirely sure quite where we are. We landed to get fresh water, and to clean the keel, or something.

It was interesting watching. I had no idea how to, so I didn’t have to, thankfully, but it did not look like it was an enjoyable job. The William was beached and then was turned – somehow – on its side. The bottom of the boat was covered in disgusting looking green slime, which the crew then had to clean off. I dozed underneath a palm tree, or explored the island while they did this. David got kind of mad at me for this, because he had to work, but I pointed out that I shouldn’t have to work because firstly, I am a lady, secondly, had I signed up for this and was I getting paid? and thirdly, I didn’t want to be on this ship in the first place, so why should I clean it?

He looked mad, but then he laughed.

“You’re no more a lady than Anne is,” he accused.

I grinned.

Another of his arguments could have been that he hardly gets paid at all, except loot from other ships, and he hardly gets any of that because he’s simply a cabin boy. But I would not dare tell him that, though, and he didn’t mention it.

I think we are going to be settled here for a little while. Calico Jack does not seem to be in any rush to get anywhere. Unfortunately. I hate being so near home – or close at least – and not being there.

It is a beautiful island, though it reminds me a little painfully of home. The palm trees, the water. I suppose there is a large amount of water at sea, of course, but not shore water, if you know what I mean. The waves crashing upon the shore, and not on the side of the ship. It’s a nice sound on the ship – well, truthfully, I have grown not to notice it, but the land feels so good beneath my feet. I’m sitting in the shade right now, digging my toes in the sand.