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January 2, 1806
With a new year comes more adventures and new discoveries. This year it's a girl, found stowing away among the foodstuffs. She's young and pretty and odd. She refuses to speak and eats like a grown man. Her dress is made of silk and golden thread. I could get a good ransom from her.
January 7th, 1806
I've found that the young woman's name is Veronica. It's a fitting name for a woman who, after stripping her of the cage dress and having Mary find her something more suitable, is gorgeous-in figure and face. Her mind seems to be a bit odd of one. She isn't the least phased by blood of any sort, unlike many the women I've met. We bled her a quart and she just stared at her arm. She didn't even cry when we cut her, just stared. It was rather unnerving. Scroop proposed we kill her, drain her until her heart stops. We voted against it. I think the necrophiliac just wanted something to play with.
January 30th, 1806
This woman is strange as they come. In the past weeks I've found out more about her, and she's become an official member of the crew. She's simply a cabin girl, but she isn't afraid to kill. Apparently she stowed away on our ship to avoid being sent to the mental institution her parents were attempting to take her too, due to her unnerving ability to withstand bloodshed and pain. She said they'd always been searching for an excuse to get rid of her since she refused to marry a young Duke or something of the like. She's an oddball. She's extremely fond of pickles, and whenever one of the men tries to make a move on her of any sort, she beats the living hell out of them. She just might replace Scroop as my First Mate the way she's going.
Febuary 18th, 1806
One of the men got a hold of Veronica and tried to rape her right on the boat. I hate when they do this. I made a specific rule about rape, and they keep breaking it. Thankfully Veronica killed him. Not mercifully, either. She obtained a knife from the armory and made a point of chopping him up like hamburger before staring at him as he bled to death. There was something morbidly attractive about the way she went about the whole thing. I may be mad myself.
March 1st, 1806
Scroop proposed once more to kill Veronica. Said she was too morbid, even for us. I disagree, of course. She's handy. She's also beautiful. She makes a wonderful seductress for when we need someone for ink. Speaking of which, I'm getting low. We'll need to bleed someone soon, and I think I'll have Veronica do it. I think she'll enjoy it.
March 20th, 1806
We had to run for awhile. Damn Imperials are after us again. Though, thankfully, we were able to get rid of them once again. Veronica has helped us with disguising the ship when they pass by, sewed us up a new fake flag and helped John make a new fake plaque to put over ours so The Blood Beldam is covered with RLS Superior. The name is so ridiculous, I can see why it has warded off Imperials from inspecting us. They don't even want to set foot on such a ridiculously named ship.
March 22nd, 1806
We found someone to bleed on one of the islands near the Coral Galaxy. Veronica persuaded the dumb ass to come to a rowboat by the docks to share some guilt, letting Scroop and Mary get a hold of him and bring him out here. I let her bleed him. She wore the mask and some spare clothes so she looked like a man. She cut the vein perfectly. I think she might have taken more than she should have, but I'm not complaining. We won't have to get more blood for awhile.
April 27th, 1806
Veronica asked me why I wish to write my journals and documents in blood today. She was rather insistent, so I had to relent that I did it to make me and my crew different from the rest of the pirates out there. She just stared at me and walked away. I'm afraid I may have said the wrong thing.
April 28th, 1806
Veronica told me she was disappointed I drained blood for the sake of reputation. She was hoping I truly enjoyed it, and that, with my statement, she claims she cannot stand the idea of bleeding another soul.
Though her statement was gruesome, I'm beginning to get the feeling she may have a thing for me.
April 29th, 1806
I managed to get a hold of Mary and ask her if Veronica found me interesting. She just stared and smirked, saying, "well, Cap'n, it's obvious you need to stop being such a prude and get some ass like the rest of us."
Despite the fact I...believe that was more off topic than anything, I think that means yes?
June 3rd, 1806
After much debate, I asked Veronica herself. She stared, smiled, and slipped a piece of paper into my pocket. I am to meet her by the docks of Hember, a small planet we've been planning to dock at for some time. For the first time, I am eager reach a planet.
June 12th, 1806
So this is what love feels like. At the docks Veronica pulled me behind a tavern and said she did, indeed, find me attractive and charming and asked me to go get a drink with her. When I told her I don't drink, she laughed in my face. She said, "you don't drink? What pathetic excuse for a pirate are you?!" I nearly hit her. I nearly hit a woman. I may be a pirate, but I've got standards that I follow and I nearly broke one. This little woman...barely reaches my chest, thin, delicate as a porcelain doll...I would have made her implant the ground. I was able to hold back and simply say that I simply didn't care for the stuff. She never took her eyes off my hand as she nodded. She settled for a walk. Simple, through the town, hand in hand. The feeling I get when I think of her is full and satisfied...it's...complete.
July 6th, 1806
The men won't quit teasing Veronica and I. Saying we will be sneaking off around corners to kiss, teasing I'll become soft and leave the ship to Scroop. All sorts of things. Well, it won't happen. If I'm going to be in love or marry anyone, I'll be a pirate while I do it. Born a pirate, die a pirate, as my father used to say. Best bloody pirate in the whole galaxy for over fifty years, he was. Lord, may I have the luck to be as successful.
July 9th, 1806
Lord I love Veronica. As time goes by, she's calmed her morbid fascination with pain and the inner organs and other such things of anyone we find. She said it's because she finally feels happy for the first time in her life. It's from this I deducted that her life before was very poor in her perspective. She's a simple woman, tis a definite. I should only hope I remain simple enough for her.
July 27th, 1806
Picked up a navy brat today. Little scrawny guy, maybe six feet. It was hilarious seeing him scramble around after we set off. I was just ready with my blade when Veronica stepped in the way and stared at me. That's all she did, stare. Never broke contact with my eyes until I lowered my sword. She then turned to the frantic wimp and helped him up. All the men were terrified, even Scroop. She made him stand in the middle of the lower deck and steered our ship to a nearby planet and helped him off. Without another word she steered us back and let TurnBuckle take the helm. She went to her cabin and hasn't come out since. I worry.
August 2nd, 1806
I haven't been the one turning soft, it seems. Veronica said if I ever raise my sword to a schoolboy again, whether he be 18 or 8, she'll either slit my throat or slit her own, she hasn't decided yet.
I haven't been more terrified in my life.
Amelia couldn't remember the last time she breathed when she came to the page. After taking a heaving inhale, she looked for the next. It wasn't there. The rest of the pages were ripped out, the remnants of writing too faded and few to make out. With trembling hands she put the journal on her bedside. She gripped her face, becoming suddenly aware that she'd neglected to put on her reading glasses.
She perked her ears, hearing the sound of Delbert's footsteps, scarcely halfway up the stairs. Her shakiness going away for a moment, she grabbed up all the journals and put them in her shawl, tossing the pile into her bedside table drawer and shutting it on her fingers, stifling a yell for her own sake. Delbert wouldn't like she'd been up here reading instead of resting, especially after the visit to Arrow's.
She'd just managed to make it look like she was waking up when Delbert came in. He was dressed in nightcap and pajamas, holding a candle. He blinked.
"Oh, now you're awake. It's nearly midnight, dear. Just go back to sleep."
Amelia did her best to make herself look as if she'd woken up at that moment, holding the neck of her dress lightly. She always did this, she knew, when she woke up. Delbert often mentioned that he found it cute.
"But I," she put on a fake yawn, which fooled Delbert brilliantly, "I'm hungry...whot are you doing up anyhow?" She said this with a light accusing tone, standing despite Delbert's gentle hand urging her to sit back down. "You said you'd be going to bed earlier."
"I know I did but..." He went to scratch behind his ear, only to have Amelia reflexively do it for him. Her feline claws always satisfied the Canid itch better than Delbert's ever could. He practically melted, flopping his face onto her shoulder. "I had to see a comet that only passes by here once every-" His tail started wagging, and Amelia could tell he was resisting the urge to stamp his foot. "Every few decades. If I hadn't seen it, I'd need to go off to Cypris for a week."
Amelia eventually stopped scratching behind his ear, just petting his head. "Ah. Alright, you get past tonight." She chuckled lightly as Delbert lifted his head, still wagging his tail as he kissed her.
"That doesn't override the fact that this baby is hungry." She patted her belly. Delbert chuckled. "I'll m-"
"You're not making anything. You're sleeping." She interrupted, lightly leading him to his side of the bed. "I can cook."
"But-"
"Unless you also have a craving for boiled purps and pickles with, for some Ungodly reason, mustard, then I'd suggest you roll over."
Amelia didn't even reach three seconds before Delbert was facing the opposite wall and had the blankets up to his chin. She grinned a bit and leaned over, kissing him.
"Goodnight."
"Goodnight, Amelia." He smiled. She left after that, making her monsterously disgusting food that made her both want to gag and moan in happiness of her revolting concoction that satisfied whatever taste bud-dead organism growing inside of her. When she was done, she washed the dish and brushed her teeth a good five times before laying in bed with Delbert. It took her a long while before she fell asleep, purely from exhaustion, her dreamless sleep filled with only thoughts of what lay in the next journal.
