April 21, Tenth Morning Bell
My apologies for not writing sooner. The Mayanor crept up on us from behind and struck our hull. Luckily, it was not a huge hole. The Mayanor's captain is..sorry..Was a buccaneer so it seems. Father was furious and in a days time, the ship was ours. I can not believe Buccaneers could give away their piracy just because they are afraid of being caught and then call themselves a pirate! Ye are either a pirate or ye are not is my philosophy. All of the sailors not hurt badly were told to search the ship. There was one death to an older sailor who got in the way of a cannonball. Once we finished that task, then Father set the French flag on fire and sent the ship on its way. I can imagine the French paid their so-called pirates very well for all of the currency, gems, useful cannons, and ammunition the Mayanor had. Father said a prayer for the ship and its crew as it drifted away. A fire in the deep blue sea. Father called the crew noble pirates in the prayer. I do not believe that since they were buccaneers and not pirates. Alas, Father wants me to start my studies. I will write later.