(M)The Rage of The Murderess(IC)
Captain’s log entry, May seventeenth in the year of our Lord 1715;
Set sail for Port Royal today. The crew’s spirits are good and the passengers seem anxious to get to their destination. One of the passengers is a musician. I look forward to hearing him play.
June second;
Crew morale is high. However I have been informed that some of the food has gone missing. Will place a guard near the food storage and hopefully we will be able to catch the thief. Most likely it is one of the passengers helping themselves to a late night snack. At least I hope that is what it is. I would hate to have to discipline one of the crew.
June seventh;
Have caught the thief. It seems we have not one, but two stowaways on board. As we are too far out to turn back now, they have been given quarters. I will decide what to do with them when we arrive at Port Royal.
June tenth;
One of the crew made advances towards Pip today. As a result, that member was summarily shot and his name stricken from the records.
June fifteenth;
Have noticed some of the crew eyeing the female passengers. Most notably, the one known as Mia. I will have to have a word with the quartermaster regarding the crew’s discipline.
June seventeenth;
Lost twelve crewmembers during a storm. Despite the loss, I am confident that we will reach our destination. Services to be held on deck today to mourn their passing.
June thirtieth;
Miss Grant has been complaining about her quarters again. Tried to explain to her that everyone gets the same quarters regardless of their standing in society. As such, I have given her my quarters for the remainder of the journey.
July sixth;
The merchant has expressed impatience at the length of the journey. I have assured him that we will arrive at Port Royal soon. Frankly I am anxious to be rid of him so we can free up the cargo space.
July tenth - Today
David stood at the wheel. It was the time he felt most free in life. Steering the ship and breathing in the sea air. With the exception of the loss of twelve crew members during a storm, he was feeling good about the journey. Though his back did ache from sleeping in a hammock below deck. He missed his bed and was anxious to make port, mostly just to be rid of the aristocrat in his quarters. They were still a week out of Port Royal, but they had finally made it to the Caribbean. All would be well from this point on, provided they didn’t run into pirates.
“Captain sir,” the voice came from the crow’s nest. “Ship to stern. She’s flying English colours along with a flag of distress.”
“All hands on deck!!” David yelled the words and turned the wheel and came about to intercept the ship. “And get the passengers on deck as well. We may need their help.” With David’s words, the boatswain started to ring the alarm bell and the crew sprang into action.
Once the ship had completed it’s turn, David looked through his spyglass. The ship which was approaching was a large frigate. He could see no movement on the deck and hoped that everyone aboard was okay. Still, he couldn’t help but notice that the ship appeared undamaged.
“Full canvas Mister McAllister!” David shouted the order to the rigger. It would allow for a little more speed, but they would have to come at the ship running beam reach. The galleon was no good running into the wind. But the frigate had the wind astern and it wouldn’t take long for them to get there.