Parliament was still in session. My father, the King of England, was debating whether to send me away to the colonies over sees, or to loose the colonies altogether. Most ports had been raided by the pirates, leaving the East India Trading Company bankrupt. And Parliament was putting more and more pressure onto my father's shoulders. Mother didn't want me to go, of course, she couldn't let me go for I was the only daughter out of three sons. Andrew, who is 21, is in France, being with the love of his life, Isabella. He is to come home in 3 months to marry her in England. My second brother William, who is 18, is in Spain, learning from the best scholars and professors. My third brother is here in England, George, who is 15. He will be the one to accompany me on the grand expedition. Along with being a prince, he has received knighthood. I myself am walking through the lonely corridors of the prison, known as my home or regal bearing. It's more like a regal burden. I love being royal, though, I never have to worry about much until I am older. I'm only 13, and I feel safe. And I want to keep it that way. But venturing out into the open sea is the last place where I will find safety. And I was soon to find out.