Dear Journal,
Something horrid has happened. I don't understand it, but Grimsby keeps saying that it will be all right. But nothing will ever be all right, ever. There was a horrible, unexpected hurricane. My parents and brother were out in the ocean. They were lost at sea. Two sailors survived and came back on a life-raft. They weren't even sure how they survived. Since we have no bodies to bury, we went to the church to hear a eulogy for everyone who passed away. I stood there with Grimsby and Carlotta, crying, but not making a sound. People kept coming up to me after the eulogy giving their condolences. A few had the boldness to say that I was lucky to have been too sick to go on the trip with them. It was true, but hurtful. Mother wanted to stay with me also, but Father was insistent that she come. Louis tried to cheer me up by making my favorite dish, but even I had no stomach to eat roasted chicken. But I forced myself to eat it. Even Grimsby was nice and let me eat with my hands. Carlotta tucked me in and sang me to sleep like she or mother did when I was younger. Before she left the room I heard her say, "poor little dear, only nines years old and he already has to be a man." I woke up a few hours later since I had a nightmare about my family. I started to cry. But then I stopped realizing that Carlotta's right, I need to be a man.
Dear journal,
My life has drastically changed since the funeral. I left the kingdom to be run by my father's most trustworthy friend until I am ready to become king. In the meantime, I joined the marines to be taught the ways of at life at sea. I warned the crew to treat me like a regular sailor and the first person to call me prince, sir, highness etc. would be put in prison. They took me seriously, even though I was only nine, so I was able to have a carefree time on board. Even though a sailor's life is difficult, I am willing to take the challenge and be the man that my father would be proud of.
Dear journal,
Our ship sailed more Northern, so the temperature's drastically dropping. But we found something much more interesting and frightening besides the ice and snow. We found a shipwrecked boat. When I saw the name of the boat my heart beat quickened. It was called "Cassandra". my father named a boat after my mother and that was her name. I went on board, tears blurring my vision. The Captain told me to leave the boat behind, that there was no point in looking. I guess he's right so I turned backed and went to my hammock and played some tunes on my flute.
Dear journal,
I came home today after seven years at sea and my father's friend presented me with the greatest treasure I could ever ask for, a dog named Max. he's wonderful, and loves to play. But it's a wonder on how he can see with all the hair in his eyes. He immediately loved me and I'm going to let him sleep in my bed, just this one night.
Dear journal,
I have the worst of luck when it comes to death, but then again who does. My father's friend has struck ill. We all thought that it would pass. But each day he grew weaker and weaker until his heart gave out. I donned my mourning clothes and cloak and walked to the cemetery. My tears flowed during the eulogy, no matter all that talk about being strong, it doesn't work out that way. I need to let out my anger in someway, and I don't think people will take kindly to me attacking the coffin. So I just watched as he was covered with dirt. It was too much like my family's funeral. People gave condolences, but I was feeling their kindness with pure hatred. Why do people keep dying on me? This is all too much for me to handle. What am I supposed to do now? I have no more trustworthy people to put on the throne for me until I'm ready. So now I must do what destiny is requiring me to do and become king.
Dear Journal,
Now that I'm expected to take the throne soon, the kingdom thinks that I should settle down. I never really thought about girls much since all of my company was usually men out at sea. Sure the sailors talked about beautiful girls, stuff like that. But I was much too in the clouds to even think about that. These girls that I meet are very nice and some beautiful, but I want a special girl that no one can explain. I'm expecting her to show up and Bam! It'll hit me that I need to spend the rest of my life with her. I find that the best part of all these girl hunts is me being able to be out at sea again. I haven't since the funeral, I had to take care of some things, but now I'm free again. But the major downside is that I have to take Grimsby along. He's not a bad guy, just too parental and formal, so it's very hard to be comfortable onboard with him. I mean the sailors are used to me being the carefree soldier, not the prince. But Grimsby thinks it's scandalous that I don't sleep in a cabin and have to wake for the three o'clock watch. He's turning my life upside down and driving me crazy!
Dear Journal,
Some days I wonder if I should even become king. Everyone tells me that one day I'll grow out of it, but I doubt it. I don't even see the big deal of being king. I can't make mistakes, everyone watches my every move, and if something bad happens in the kingdom then it's immediately my fault. I can't live to be that kind of person, I'm too young to be tied down with that kind of responsibility just yet.
I sometimes wonder what life would be like carefree, like a bird. They don't have to worry much. Maybe not to fly too high or low. But overall, it just seems easier than my life. A few times, I actually went out to my balcony that looks over the sea, spread out my arms, closed my eyes, and listen to the sounds of the sea and birds, wishing I could be with them. But alas, I'm stuck in this horrible world where bad things happen to people I love. But these few moments I can do this, I am brought into a world I can only dream about. If only dreams came true….
Dear Journal,
My old journal has been lost at sea, so I have to start all over again. It is rather annoying since I wrote every lesson my father has ever taught me in their since I was six and right now I need to look over those lessons and see if he can help me with my problems right now.
We were celebrating my eightieth birthday when this horrible hurricane hit. We all made it on the life-raft, except for Max. I couldn't lose him, too. I've too many loved ones, and I couldn't possibly lose him too even if he is only a dog. Unfortunately for my courage, I got stuck on the boat. The smoke was so heavy and my lungs were filled with it. I tugged on my foot, but it wouldn't get out of the board, and then I spotted the gun powder. I blacked out.
Next thing I know I'm hearing this beautiful voice, like an angel, singing to me. I tried to open my eyed so I can see the person singing to me. It was hard, but I saw skin as white as snow and hair as red as a lobster. I extended my hand to feel the face of the singer. The skin was so smooth, she placed her hand over mine. I heard barking and sudden wetness on my face, it was Max. The girl disappeared, without a trace. Grimsby helped me inside, insisting that I was hallucinating the girl. But I know he is wrong. I slept most of the morning. But now I need to go find that girl.
Dear journal,
I didn't find the girl, but I found a girl on the beach, probably from a shipwreck. I know she's not the girl since she can't peak. But she is truly strange, I found her wearing a sail instead of a dress! But I felt bad for her, there seemed to be no survivors or a trace of who she is. I brought her home with me until she feels better and can communicate who she is. I'll see her at dinner, but right now I need to find that girl.
Dear Journal,
I don't know what's happening to me. I'm falling in love with this girl. She's gorgeous, makes me laugh, but she's absolutely crazy! She came into the dining room all shy, but so beautiful in her pink dress. Abut she treated normal objects so strangely. First she started brushing her hair with a fork and then blew as hard as she could with a pipe. Maybe that's the norm for where she's from, but I might never know. During the meal, she looked at the food so excitedly, but she never once touched the fish. Grimsby and I made small talk, but I kept talking to the girl, even thought it was a one-way conversation. Then when I went outside to play Max, she looked down at me dreamily. Is she in love with me? I don't know.
I can't love her, I need to find the girl who saved me. I know the odds of finding her are slim, but she's the girl who hit me like lightening. It needs to be that girl. But is it possible that the girl who saved me is right in front of my face? Is it even possible that there is another girl with long red hair as red as lobsters and skin pale like moonlight? But this girl has no voice. That girl who saved me had the voice of an angel. I don't know I need go to the beach and clear my head.
Dear Journal,
Ariel, her name is beautiful. i guessed it and i can't that name out of my head. I have no idea how i even guessed that name, it was just a lucky guess, I think. I heard this voice in my head that told me her name but then I could've sworn I heard the voice telling me to kiss Ariel. I almost did, but our boat tipped. It was funny once we fell, she splashed me, and in turn we had a water fight. But then,I became gentlemenly and helped her back into the boat and rowed back home. When we got back to the castle, Carlotta completely went berserk. She couldn't believe that she was with me for only one day and I forced her to repeat her being in the shipwreck, which still nobody knows how she survived or even how she got here. I found nothing wrong with it, but then again, Carlotta is more protective of these sort of thngs.
Overall, this day has actually been fun, even if this Ariel isn't the one. I don't think i've had this much fun since one of the younger sailors and I decided to break into the Captains liquor cabinet. oh it was great, but we got whipped for our actions, but we were drunk and happy so it didn't matter. But this kind of fun was different. This girl the servants told me was shy. but she's not, well at least she doesn't act like it. She got so excited at the tiniest things, I could tell that she doesn't require much too be happy. She kept drawing me closer and closer to her, until it is difficult to remeber who I'm looking for. Maybe, I am meant to be with Ariel and not the girl that saved me, or maybe Ariel is the one who saved me. I don't know. I need to think outside. Maybe there I'll find the answers I crave.
Dear Journal,
This past thirty-six hours have been crazy. After my last entry, i was cast under a spell of a witch. I snapped out of it the next day, when I was about to get married! Then, the trance ended suddenly to the sound of this beautiful voice, the voice of my savior. And then I heard the voice speak, it was Ariel. SHe spoke! and she said my name! Immiadetly, I ran to her, but before I could kiss her to prove my love for her, she became a mermaid! That was about the time the witch revealed herslef to us and she took Ariel into the sea. I sprinted down to change my wedding shirt into a sailing shirt and to get a rowboat. I told Grim that I lost her once and I couldn't lose her again. BUt I think part of my reasons for going was because I thought she would die like the everyone else I love, and I wouldn't be able to bear it. BUt I went, even if it meant that I might die as well. I don't think could have lived with the guilt if I failed to save her. I harpooned the witch, Ialmost dorwned, and destroyed the witch by stabbing her with a wrecked ship. THe next thing I knew, I found the shore and crawled as far as I could before I blacked out.
I woke up on the beach I collapsed on, so it must have been early since nobody has found me yet. I didn't want to get up, so I just gazed at the sky for a little while until I heard splashing. I sat up and I saw Arile in this beautiful blue dress. I ran to her, swung her around, and kissed her, I am so happy.
One day I will ask her to marry me, I just don't know when. But first I want to tell me everything about the sea.