April 16, Seventh Morning Bell
We have arrived in Mexico! I must get ready since I am a pirate and not a helpless colonist from the colonies. I want to look like a pirate today since I must stay next to Father this time. Last visit, about eight months ago, a man tried to take me, believing I was a colonist. I heard from the civilians here that people are paid a great deal of currency for taking the children of wealthy families. I can not imagine colonial families pay men to take away children! As usual, Father rescued me from the man, but I was in trouble and now I must stay next to him the entire trip. I do not mind it that much because he always looks at the very best stalls that have great items. I believe I will wear my turtle leather corset with a white skirt and my white blouse that is tight fitting and the sleeves come out like bird's wings. In addition, as always, I will have my turtle leather belt with my sword and sheaf. Father's pirate symbol is branded on the sheaf with my initials. I love my sword. It is as long as my arm and the handle is made from rosewood. The wood looks almost dyed because of the beautiful bright rose color. The sword is folded steel with razor sharp edges if you do not hold it properly. One of the old sailors learned that the hard way. He wanted to inspect the sword so I handed it to him with the handle pointed to him, but he wanted to show me how to handle the sword. I believe I forgot to warn him the blade was folded steel and not flat like his. He grabbed at the sword's blade and wound up with four stitches in the palm of his hand. I will tell only you this, but to hold a blade with folded steel, you must cup your hand around the blade with only your thumb and forefinger actually touching the blade. Alas, Father says I must get ready. I will try to write later.