22 March 1639
Can't imagine why I was unaware of the date in my previous entries. In any case, I'm still not remembering much. I thought it best to leave Tortuga. I wasn't finding anything there, anyway. Anguilla - that's where I am now - sounds promising, right? Had I discovered this log sooner, I'd have known to try Port Royal, as it was mentioned in my first entry. I might have even found this Will and Liz. Probably I will try to make it over there eventually. For now, I'll need to find a job.
23 March 1639
Sabbath Day. No use seeking a job until tomorrow. Will be holed up in this room probably all day. Might go into the dining room downstairs to see what I can see. Ah, it is much nicer here than at Tortuga Inn. Meals are included with your rooming fee! 'Course, it might be more expensive because of that. I really should learn to count . . .
24 March 1639
Maybe going into the dining room yesterday wasn't such a good idea! There was this scantily clad lady (and I use that term loosely - no pun intended - here) who kept making eyes at me. I tried desperately to avoid meeting her gaze at all costs. It so happens that my ignoring her set her off, for she waltzed right over to me and slapped me! Said something about owing her money. I offered to buy her a new dress, and she slapped me again, claiming that I had bought the one she was wearing as payment before. Then it occurred to me: for what exactly did I owe her money? I was met with another slap when I asked and left abruptly after she told me the illicit activities in which she claimed I joined her in participation.
Today, I am going to the tailor and the barber to shed my peasantly attire and try to establish myself as a gentleman. This just was not feasible on Tortuga. My sights are set on a job selling ships! I'll let you know how it goes.
25 March 1639
What a fine gentleman the tailor turned out to be! He set me up with some very fine garb and sent me to his brother, who happened to be a barber. These gentleman sat with me for hours and helped me learn to count currency. And, as it turns out, their cousin owns the company at which I wish to sell ships! And he is very excited to have me under his employ. I start tomorrow.
29 March 1639
Shipyard's been keeping me bust lately. If I'm not selling, I'm cleaning or repairing ships. Oh, I forgot to mention that I'm going by Captain Jack Smith until I can uncover the truth of my identity. Lord Withers, that is, my boss, is completely understanding of my affliction.