Day Forty-Three,
I have found a way to bat out my boredom now that Jack is preoccupied with Emmaleanna- I have long, gossip-filled chats with that girl Aletté Malycho. She's a nice girl, is Aletté. A little sneaky, a bit of a big-mouth, but nice.
I struck up a conversation this afternoon as we sat idly on the railing of the stern. "So," I asked. "did you enjoy your stay in port?"
She laughed, a high, clear laugh. "Oh indeed, Miss Land. And from what I hear, you and our dear captain had quite a time yourselves." I looked at her questioningly . "Oh its all over the ship, Lady land. Ana walks in on Jack and Morgan going at it in his sisters hotel-"
"That's quite enough!"
Her face fell. "Oh please Miss Land, I'm sorry."
"Its fine." I said. "Really it is. Don't worry, and call me Morgan. I hate being called Miss Land or Lady Land or Lady Morgan. Its all too formal now."
She nodded. "I know what you mean. I used to- never mind." She looked away, and I couldn't manage to probe anything more out of her. What does Aletté hide behind those glittering eyes of hers? I will find out soon. I'm determined to know. Is she royalty? Is that what she was about to say?
My resolve is to know.