Dear Jack's Journal,
Jack ran off to some native tribe to ask for help. He had told me to write an account of the progress of the repairs upon The Black Pearl if he hasn't returned by midday. We've gotten the masts, rudder, and prow parts back together. I'm surprised that these pirates had the minds to do such tasks.
To tell the truth, I was hoping that I could read other entries. Jack tore them all out. He's quite smart. Sometimes I wonder if he has the fastest mind in the Caribbean or if he just has a load of luck.
I'm getting quite concerned. Jack has been gone for a while now. I wonder what had happened to him. Perhaps the natives pounced on him, ripped his guts out, and tore off his head and placed it on a silver platter...And if so, what will become of the crew and I? Will we end up becoming a generous feast for ravenous natives...? Well, I suppose if I were one of the natives, I would eat the intruders before they could eat me. ...That is just too grotesque to even think about! Ugh! I knew he shouldn't have gone alone! Oh, curse you, Jack! You and your enormous ego!
I must go and direct the crew now. You would expect them to know how to put a ship back together. I'm only a blacksmith for goodness' sake!
About to vomit from thinking about cannibalism,
William Turner
P.S.
I'm going to rip this page out so Jack can't read it! HAH! That'll show him that I don't trust him enough to not read private things, either!
Jack ran off to some native tribe to ask for help. He had told me to write an account of the progress of the repairs upon The Black Pearl if he hasn't returned by midday. We've gotten the masts, rudder, and prow parts back together. I'm surprised that these pirates had the minds to do such tasks.
To tell the truth, I was hoping that I could read other entries. Jack tore them all out. He's quite smart. Sometimes I wonder if he has the fastest mind in the Caribbean or if he just has a load of luck.
I'm getting quite concerned. Jack has been gone for a while now. I wonder what had happened to him. Perhaps the natives pounced on him, ripped his guts out, and tore off his head and placed it on a silver platter...And if so, what will become of the crew and I? Will we end up becoming a generous feast for ravenous natives...? Well, I suppose if I were one of the natives, I would eat the intruders before they could eat me. ...That is just too grotesque to even think about! Ugh! I knew he shouldn't have gone alone! Oh, curse you, Jack! You and your enormous ego!
I must go and direct the crew now. You would expect them to know how to put a ship back together. I'm only a blacksmith for goodness' sake!
About to vomit from thinking about cannibalism,
William Turner
P.S.
I'm going to rip this page out so Jack can't read it! HAH! That'll show him that I don't trust him enough to not read private things, either!