The Good Ship White Star

Did I ever tell you about when I found soup in the captain’s quarters? It tasted great! I almost got caught, but I ran out just as he came back in. Well, I better get going! I wonder what the captain is having tonight...

Well…it’s been a while since aye last wrote, but Mordecai is insisting dat I start to write more now dat I been learning about Ed’s kit when we be at the Villa. Aye been learning cuz Mamma Cat said dat all of ‘er sailors must be colt ‘erred. Aye dunno how learnin’ Ed’s kit can make me a colt’s ‘erred, but Ay’m not gonna complain.

So…’ere goes. One day dis past week Aye ‘twas walking on deck when our “Special” New Powder Monkey, Marcos della Crews, ask me a question.

“Jamie,” ‘e said. “How did you get promoted to Deckmaster?”

Hi. A few minutes ago I found a toy on the bottom of the ship. It was a small seahorse. I kept it. I soon found a little toy house for her. I slept in it with my seahorse. That is all I have to say. I’ll see you later!

COFFEE
By Geoffrey Owen
Only the stars provided a glimmer of illumination through the unseasonably cold air of the Italian night. The moon had made a brief appearance, but had retreated from the sky over an hour hence.

Dear Journal,

I have discovered something about my crewmates that has changed the way I think about them forever. This also explains a lot!

Dear Journal:

This is perhaps the best entry ever! It is truly a tale to remember and to be told again and again!

They say that a sailor will do anything to get a good ship under his feet. Sometimes the good ship will find the sailor whether he likes it or not, this is one of those stories.

Two years ago I had left the Holy Lands and after having grown weary of traveling on dry land I booked passage on a ship called "The White Star." It was good to get the deck of a ship under my feet again and I was happy to be smelling the salt sea air.

Dear Journal,
Since they no longer lock me in the brig, they seem to also not care about where I sleep at night. Probably just concerned about whether or not I am still on the ship. Last night I had fallen asleep in front of Mordchai’s quarters when I heard voices. At first I heard a voice that sounded an awful lot like Jaime.

When last we spoke, Marcos was feeling drowsy after the long run from the White Star. His head was starting to drop to his chest and it was time to sleep. “No one will find me here and that cursed ship will not either.” He fell where he was and quickly dropped into a deep sleep. A few minutes later the dark shadow of a man in light of the full moon hovered over the sleeping body of Marcos.

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THIS IS FOOLISH! Every time I fall asleep off of the ship I wake up on the ship in the brig. It’s like I’m cursed or something! I’ll try one last time and that’s it. If I wake up on the White Star I’ll know that this is where I’m supposed to be. There is obviously some unseen force that keeps me to this ship.

Marcos

That Night....

Slept under a bush, woke up here. I have dirt on my clothes so I know I actually left the ship. We are setting sail. I’ll try again at the next port. Door is still unlocked.

Marcos