AN: I'm a true believer that the ability to laugh and smile is one of the reasons that human beings have an unbelievable way of overcoming tragedy and finding that there can still be joy in life.

What happened in Boston is an example that there are terrible people in the world, but the people of that great city have shown their tremendous spirit and their kindness to their fellow men and woman. They are true heroes.

I'll be updating a couple of times today.

Chapter 72

Journal of E. M. Cullen
Ruler of Cullenopeia, Tamer of Dragons and Captain of Forks High Baseball Team
(True Love of Maiden Isabella Marie of the Swan Kingdom)

Dear Keeper of my Innermost Secrets of the Realm,

Sometimes in life, you are given a mighty quest.

It's like Derek Jeter needing to hit that last minute home run to get round the bases to take out the dreaded Baltimore Orioles.

My beloved wants me to dress like a pirate. I hate pirates with their missing limbs, horrible skull flags and scurvy. It's my worst nightmare.

It's an actual nightmare where I was on a ship and all my teeth fell out. A pegged leg tyrant was taunting me with an orange. It was horrible. They made me swab the deck.

Sweet Isabella covets them! What is the world coming to?

Of course, she does want to get out of going to prom. My love has a devious mind.

I've noticed her trying to get our sick classmates to sneeze on her and telling Chief Swan that she was allergic to cheesy dance music and punch served in bowls.

Prom will be good for her. If not, I really want to go. Rumor has it, I have a good chance to be crowned king. I shall rule Forks High with Isabella by my side. She will probably use her power to behead the cheerleading squad. I will do anything in my power to make her happy, but perhaps she can just spray them with a hose. Emmett would like it.

The only problem don't know if can I stomach dressing like a pirate and trying to woo my lady with the dastardly words of the scourge of the seven seas. Is my love enough to make myself do something so repulsive?

I have to think about the gains of this sacrifice. Our lovemaking with me officially as king will be all the more special. Maybe, Isabella will let me wear my crown. I'll make her a matching one. I wonder if Alice will let me have some construction paper and glitter. Yes, silver glitter will look fetching on my beloved's crown. It will be glorious.

My decision is clear.

Off I go...the elderly King Carlisle is yelling up the stairs. The Queen Mother has made Ye Olde Beef Stew for dinner. It shall be filling and delicious!

Fare thee well!

King Edward