Diary of Marina: Page one, entry one.
The date is July twenty-third, eighteen forty-three. The Lark, the most feared ship on the English sea, sails to an uncharted island. Although, this ship, was a pirate ship. And unlike most pirate ships, the Lark ran thing, a little different. Most ships ran a sort of miniature democracy, the Lark ran there ship based on strength, whoever is the strongest is captain.
I, unfortunately, am only a powder monkey, the only one on the lark. I get pushed around and kicked and bit by the other crew members, but he always kept me going.
I always wanted to be like Cain. Cain was tall, strong, and serious. A captain has to be on this ship. He'd take care of me, keep me safe, and punish those who hurt me when he saw it. He always said, "Marina, I you were older, and could take me down, I'd make you captain in a heartbeat."
I'd admit it, I love him, even if he doesn't love me back. Those blues eyes, like the sea, always mystified me, the way he'd run his fingers through his silver hair when he was tired. He'd never look at someone as low as me.
Anyway, it's night. Time to land and plunder.
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Diary of Cain: Page one, entry one.
I wish she'd hide. I wish she'd hide from the rest of the crew. I can hear he blood curdling screams from my quarters and I'd just run my fingers through my hair and cry. She'd just so brave, I always ask her if she's willing to do a job, and she just smile and reply, "Yes sir. Anything you wish."
Oh, Marina, you're long brown hair and eyes elude me in my pride. If my crew would accept, I'd make you my bride in an instant, but alas, I can not, for mutiny would come as swiftly as I fear.
Nightfall has come, and I fear it's time for you to work again. I pray you don't dye in doing so. Return to me, Marina. I love you.
End – Chapter one.
Vocab:
Powder monkey: The worst job on a pirate ship. This job included everything dangerous, from dynamite to jumping over crevasses. They were mistreated by the rest of the crew, and ofter deserted there crew in result.
"….a miniature democracy….": Pirate ships ran a miniature democracy. There ranks went from Captain, First mate (if any), Quartermaster, (and so on and so forth). Captains were elected by the crew. If they died the First mate took over. If there was none, then it was a Quartermaster. If at any time the crew didn't like there captain anymore, they could team up and mutiny.