Clicks journal

Chapter one a terrible start

Date 10/10/1785

Location Unknown (dinghy)

Dear my pirate self I would like to write down this Diary as an experience of this terrible tragedy, it all started aboard the ship the mongoose we were doing some dodgy deals as we do with some merchant transporting gunpowder but as we were with the load sailing we came across a navy scout ship the captain tried to avoid it the best he could but in the end it cornered us and opened fire, with me on deck as a starboard side cannon gunner I saw most of the bloodshed I tried to run away as they shot at us but sadly I got blown back by the shock wave then I realised as I got up that they were firing a type of cannon ball or balls that I had never seen before it was horrifying it ripped through the mast like it was a twig the mast came down hard on the stern smashing the captains quarters and the wheel leaving us stranded. I hoped to seek safety in the galley but was caught off guard by some navy rifle men which must have snuck on through a dingy which we didn't notice, they both shot at me fast, one of the bullets missed but the other tore through my leg at great speed with an explosion of blood and flame. Injured I clambered my way back up the stairs only to be met by more navy scum,

I dodged swiftly as fast as I could with an injured leg the pain spiking me more and more each time I put pressure on it quickly I hid behind some barrels. The second I realised that the navy weren't taking interest in me I made a dash for the life boat but before that I swiped some food first from the obliterated captains quarters only to just glance the smashed body of my poor captain lying their motionless. But I had no time to morn for the ships men were being rounded up and shot on sight and the navel men setting fire to the crumpled sails I could only see one way out, the dinghy, surprisingly it had not been touched perhaps the navel men did not think anyone would try to escape. But they were wrong I quickly slipped a cutlass and compass out of the sheath and jacket of a dead pirate and put all of my effort into one last escape, with blood seeping through the leg of my now open bullet wound I ran as fast as possible with bullets chasing as I went now the navel men noticed I was making a break for it I finally made it to the life boat, with cutlass in hand I hacked at the ropes tying it to the ship and splashed down to the cold white rocky sea.

Date 15/10/1785

Location unknown (dinghy)

Dear my pirate self I have been stuck out here for five days now with not a lot of food I have been having one meal a day and luckily the fish round here have been plenty so I have used a small amount of thread of my jacket and a ring off my boot to fashion a fishing rod, I am quite pleased with my invention and it is serving me well I have also found a little box in the bow of the dingy which had a few stale biscuits and a map inside it along with a pistol and some gunpowder ironically enough it also came with a note saying this here mate this is to end your suffering I was extremely shocked but pleased to think that I had a ranged weapon on board my little boat so if any passers-by came sailing id be able to grab their attention, finally in the bottom of the box was a few rounds of flares and bullets. So with all my tools and all of my weapons I was feeling quite proud of myself and felt as if I could survive everything. I was wrong just that evening I felt a snag on my line, it was quite a hard snag so I yanked it as hard as I could which ended up in me letting go of the line because of my bullet wound. I slumped back in the boat and held tight to the wound. And then it came to me that I might never see land again. But just as that thought came into my head I remembered what my dad taught me when I was just a small boy and began to fashion myself a bandage from some of my coat. With a bit of luck I might be able to plug the wound and save myself from bleeding to death just in time.

Another hour went by with me desperately trying to stop the bleed and at last it ceased I felt very nauseous so I forced myself to down some rain water that I gathered in the tin box after that I had a few of the stale biscuits as well only to find that they were nastier than I thought. To save me from throwing up I fashioned another fishing rope out of the same material but this time I wound up the thread with some other and made it stronger than my previous attempt I also figured out that if I tied it to the oar rest it would not slip away and then I realised that the boat had no oars in fact the thought just slipped my mind completely I was so shocked that I desperately started rummaging everywhere for these missing oars then I realised that's why the navy didn't notice the life boat they took the oars out while I wasn't looking.

Date 16/10/1785

Location unknown (dinghy)

Dear my pirate self It's been a day now since I first slung my new fishing line over and I have captured three fish but have no way to cook them so that is my next task I have devised a plan to use the tin box that I found to light a fire in I will do this by opening the guns cartridge and using the hammer to light some fabric of my coat and then to demolish the rudder of the dinghy as fire wood and hopefully it will work. Other than that I have also figured out another technique for catching rain water I first of all have to get a strip of fabric and make it so the rain water runs off the fabric and into a mug that some idiot left when he was having a drink on one of the captains free for all nights were you could drink and sing as much as you wanted of course I never went to one. (Sigh)

Date 17/10/1785

Location unknown (dinghy)

Dear my pirate self I am happy to say that my idea for a fire is working in fact it is working as I write, the first time I lit it I was afraid that it would blow out but luckily enough it is sustaining beautifully and I have cooked and eaten five fish in total now and am coming up with a way to power the boat using fabric and a plank of wood to form an oar or at least a sort of paddle to push me along and help me get to shore. Also I have thought of using whale oil for fuel instead of wood, now then all I need to do now is catch a whale...

Date 18/10/1785

Location unknown (dinghy)

Dear my pirate self it's been two days now since my idea for whale oil to be used as fuel and to fashion an oar out of fabric none have been successful. When in tried to catch a whale I realized that I've not even got a chance in the world to do that and the oar I would have to tear the boat apart to do something like those two so I have decided to make the oar and with that I will be able to power myself along and make it to shore.

Date 19/10/1785

Location unknown (dinghy)

Dear my pirate self it is odd at night with only the sound of the hushing among the blue rolling hills that make up the ocean, I have decided to work through the night this time so to get my oar finished fast and I do have to say that progress is going well and I have seen a couple of fish swim to the surface from time to time to see who their noisy neighbour is clattering and banging above them, one thing I wanted to write down if I die is how I got the name click my dad told me when I was little that I always used to click my fingers and that's when he renamed me click for some odd reason. So I will write back soon but for now I shall work on this crazy contraption thing.

Date 20/10/1785

Location unknown (dinghy)

Dear my pirate self I am pleased to say that my oar is finished it is a badminton bat like thing with the fabric stretched between three thin rectangular like sticks with a one with a three foot beam to act as the handle and so with great joy I found out I have enough material and wood to create another and so that is what I am doing now. I have also used the same pole technique to make the fishing line into a fishing rod which is coming in very handy for I am catching more fish of a bigger size now and am also starting to see signs of jelly fish which means I am getting closer to land, because when I was a kid I used to find dead jelly fish on the beach so hopefully this might lead to something good.

Date 23/10/1785

Location unknown (Dinghy)

Dear my pirate self I am excited to say that I have spotted land today and I am rowing as fast as I can towards it I don't think people would regard me for a pirate for I have ragged clothes a small dingy and few possessions although I do have a gun a cutlass and a fishing rod I don't think people would hate me for I am cold lost and tired and am in need of big help including medical assistance for I have only noticed today that my bullet wound is swelling and I am afraid that it is infected with some sort of sea bug or a sort of parasite or something unhealthy perhaps. I don't even know if anyone lives there the only thing is certain though I am desperate for the none moving motionless feeling of land...