Dear Diary,
Hi! My name is Cassidy Turner. But you can call me Cass (never call me Cassie, it's reserved for my father.) Now before I get into details about my life lets establish this. Today is June 5, 1785, in other words 5-25-1785, my 15th Birthday. (Talk about a lot of 5's, but then again 5 is my favorite number.) It is also the day I received you, my dear diary. Now where to begin. My father is William Turner and my mother is Elizabeth Marie-Swann Turner. I love them dearly, but something seems very wrong. They aren't old and wrinkly like my bestest of friends' parents. In fact, I believe they are not a day over 27. Now you are wondering how are my parents 27 and I'm turning 15, or is 15, to be honest I do not know. My earliest memory was from when I was 8. Sad isn't it. I remember laying on a bed and seeing my mother sewing right by my side. I was supposedly sick and weak.
A month after that I was running around doing…doing…God knows what, but I know I was running. I should have written this earlier, but I'm an only child. Well, not necessarily if you count Nicolette and Madison. They are my two best friends and we are close like sisters. I met Nicolette down by the docks. Apparently, she was trying to swim, but was drowning instead. I tried rescuing her, but ended up almost drowning myself. Important fact: I didn't learn how to swim until I was 11. So happens a handsome young man by the name of Percival Spencer who was able to save both me and Nicolette. (Percival is another story.) I met Madison when I was in the market place. A boy she was having a brawl with threw a tomato and it hit me instead of her. God have mercy because she went off like a time bomb. She scolded the boy for throwing vegetables at sweet innocent girls and started swinging at him with her moneybag. So after I met Nicolette and Madison, I decided to bring them together. Somehow, they knew each other already and from then on we were a trio storming the streets of Port Royal.
Now onto Percival Spencer. Her is a kind-hearted gentleman who is apart of the Royal Navy. He is only 18, but had beautiful dark blue eyes and black lustrous hair. His smile is to die for and the most eligible man in Port Royal. We aren't exactly friends, but he comes by the house, once in a while, inquiring to see me. My parents don't mind him, but my father is a little more sensitive than my mother and always finds a way to interrogate him to make sure he is still a good man.
My father is a blacksmith, or was a blacksmith. Once a week or so he would go down to the forge to sharpen a sword or make one. Everyday, though, he trains me to be an incredible swordsman or in this case a swordswoman. I've been training ever since I got out of that memorable bed and haven't stopped for any holiday, birthday, or ball. My father believes that every person should learn to sword fight regardless of sex.
My mother, on the other hand, believes it to be simple horseplay. She was raised prim and proper by my grandfather, who is the former governor. Of course, if she actually lived by the prim and proper rules, she wouldn't have married my father. Most girls don't wish a lifestyle so strict, but those that do live short, unhappy lives.
Anyway, before I end my 1st entry, I must write up my pirate code. Yes, I am a pirate lover, but I never knew why.
Cass's Pirate Code
1. One must never reveal the secrets of others unless instructed by the person who gossiped it to you.
2. Never trust another pirate unless they have formed an oath of sisterhood or brotherhood to you.
3. Plunder and take.
4. Never assume anything.
5. Above all, an oath must be sworn to the Jolly Roger before any plundering, commandeering, or, if absolutely necessary, murdering occur so your allegiance would be made clear.
My mother is calling me to bed, but I will return whenever I can.
CassHope u enjoyed it! Please review!