Heh. Thanks for your reviews, guys. So, uh, right back into the diary now then. Oh and to answer a question – no, no Will's POV in this story, though once this is finished I might make a prequel (in his POV). No promises though. Just an idea. Thanks for the suggestion!
Pirates? Not mine. If it was... well, a lot of this'd be different.
Name: Elizabeth
Log: New house.
Date: moving-house day.
Log! We've a new place to live, and Port Royal seems to be a nice island. Being springtime now, it's blooming with pretty flowers and colours. I love it! I showed CC and Sally my new room and they both loved it too. They nodded their pretty canvas heads at me, which must be a good sign.
The house we live in is a big mansion with countless windows – I counted eight before I could not see them anymore, inside the doorframe. There's a lovely staircase in the front way and Father says he'll soon add lots more furniture once it's been shipped from England.
Will has been set with a blacksmith. I wonder what that is? How do you "smith" black? Black is a colour, is it not? Whatever it is, I think it sounds rather interesting. I hope Will likes it as much as I do. Then we'd have something more in common!
Name: Elizabeth
Log: School
Date: ?
The Liue- L- Mister Norrington seems to be dancing around father a little. It does not bother me but I do wish he'd go away sometimes. His deep vocals are boring me a little but he is a nice man. Perhaps he will settle happily one day with a woman.
Will is attending school just down the hill. Father says I shall be taught at home. I did ask why and he just shook his head. It bothers me that I would not be near him during the day, but I suppose we could play after school. Maybe he saw some of the pirates that shipwrecked him! Oh, how I'd love to see a real pirate. Cecilia and Sally think so too.
Name: Elizabeth
Log: "Homeschooling"
Date: No idea.
School is dreadfully boring. French and Latin are useless languages for me; I never plan to travel to France. And why speak in Latin when it is quite obvious that most everyone can speak English?
Writing is not much bother, but mathematics... do governor's daughters ever use multiplication of numbers in their everyday lives? The only thing I see multiplying before my eyes are these dresses and furniture from England.
Father tells me this sort of education at home is called "homeschooling". I don't understand this concept; why one would call it home schooling when you may as well just call it school, I've no idea.
Name: Mrs. Turner
Log: Weekend
Date: Saturday
Huzzah for the two days of Freedom! No Latin or French lessons.
I sat with Will earlier today. He tells me he finds school just as terribly tiresome as it was in England. I agree completely of course. He tells me blacksmithing means to make – or smith – various pieces of metal. I asked if he had made a pirate sword yet, but he merely laughed (blushing now, Log) and said he wasn't that good yet.
I'm sure he will be the best blacksmither... blacksmithy? Smithy? The best smithy in the whole wide world, and I told him so. He blushed.
Oh, I can see it now, Log. The governor's daughter and the best blacksmith in the world getting married in a big church, music playing from a huge metal pipe organ made by him, the best smithy ever.
Name: Elizabeth
Log: Boredom
Date: Midweek
It is now early evening, Log, and I'm horribly exhausted. Latin and French is so very annoying. I really don't understand why one would need to learn those if one did not live in France or... er, Latince.
I suppose I should eat now. It's a lovely sunset outside, the sky is a pretty shade of pink and orange. Nothing like England, this is beautiful!
Good night for now, Log.