I tempered with the cannons either out of boredom or with a complete disregard for my life and others. I make it sound like I'd get punished by improving his cannons. But my first target was the Pirate Master himself.

It didn't even faze him. He took it like it was nothing. "Oooo, risky move, lass. I see ye improved me cannon." He laughed it off like a jolly sealion. How could he even tell?

Impressed, he gave me his pistol. Asking me to give it a tune up as well.

Half-an-hour later I shot him in his chest with the silver bullet I happened to have before I got captured. It was so shiny. So beautiful. Such a waste.

He smirked and showed me how to shoot it without falling on my butt and hurting my shoulder. He rewarded me with a promise of getting me a cookbook and a mop, after telling me I was something.

Things start looking up, diary. But I need more.