Emily.
I'm on my ship. And already a week out of France. The past month has been a nightmare!
After my last letter, I was forced to rub ash on my face and cover myself with bandages. I had to get some food from some where-so I sold apples. Don't ask me how I got the apples, let's just say that some people would not be needing them anymore-ever.
I got mad at all the peasants, they want me dead because I'm smart, and that supposedly means 'royal' so, I put a bit of Arsenic and argon in the apples I sold-to both peasant and royal alike, and I put some gunpowder in a few more apples and through them in window with the stem lit on fire.
I'm so grateful to be gone, my back aches from bending down in the streets to avoid notice and the salty breeze brings great relief to the sewer soaked streets of the city. And I sleep in a bed now! not on a cold concrete alleyway or-if I was lucky-on a pile of straw.
The breeze in wonderful, it's pulling my small ship and my blacksmith equipment speedily on our way. It will only be three or four more months until we reach Port Royal. The Governor is going to meet me at the dock and take me to the smithy shop.
I'm keeping busy on the ship, some of the crew has asked for bells. So I forged a few of them-'borrowing' some of the ships silver to do so. Anyways, I have work to do, it's my job to tar the ropes. The crew decided it was the most lady-like job to do. I'm very certain how that figures. It is rather hard to remember to speak English and not French. I do hope I don't start speaking in French in Port Royal. It's bad enough I will have the accent.
Oh well, I will write to you soon.
May the wind be ever at your back, my friend.
Irene Blackthorn
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Irene Black Thorn
Glad to know yer out of France on on yer way to see me. now ye are
safe...for now. And as for the laungauge thing, good luck! I'm in port
royale now. But i had a few problems getting Jack past the navy. But it's
all right now. Can't write much today i'm in hding with Jack in the
smithy. So i will soon see ye. Sound fun, having apples as bombs. boy
what fun i'd have with them. Jack says hi.
got to close. see ye later.
-Emily Dove
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I'm on my ship. And already a week out of France. The past month has been a nightmare!
After my last letter, I was forced to rub ash on my face and cover myself with bandages. I had to get some food from some where-so I sold apples. Don't ask me how I got the apples, let's just say that some people would not be needing them anymore-ever.
I got mad at all the peasants, they want me dead because I'm smart, and that supposedly means 'royal' so, I put a bit of Arsenic and argon in the apples I sold-to both peasant and royal alike, and I put some gunpowder in a few more apples and through them in window with the stem lit on fire.
I'm so grateful to be gone, my back aches from bending down in the streets to avoid notice and the salty breeze brings great relief to the sewer soaked streets of the city. And I sleep in a bed now! not on a cold concrete alleyway or-if I was lucky-on a pile of straw.
The breeze in wonderful, it's pulling my small ship and my blacksmith equipment speedily on our way. It will only be three or four more months until we reach Port Royal. The Governor is going to meet me at the dock and take me to the smithy shop.
I'm keeping busy on the ship, some of the crew has asked for bells. So I forged a few of them-'borrowing' some of the ships silver to do so. Anyways, I have work to do, it's my job to tar the ropes. The crew decided it was the most lady-like job to do. I'm very certain how that figures. It is rather hard to remember to speak English and not French. I do hope I don't start speaking in French in Port Royal. It's bad enough I will have the accent.
Oh well, I will write to you soon.
May the wind be ever at your back, my friend.
Irene Blackthorn
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Irene Black Thorn
Glad to know yer out of France on on yer way to see me. now ye are
safe...for now. And as for the laungauge thing, good luck! I'm in port
royale now. But i had a few problems getting Jack past the navy. But it's
all right now. Can't write much today i'm in hding with Jack in the
smithy. So i will soon see ye. Sound fun, having apples as bombs. boy
what fun i'd have with them. Jack says hi.
got to close. see ye later.
-Emily Dove
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