Ahoy, avast.

Nah, that’s too overdone, and definitely something that boy would have said. (I still can’t believe he has his own ship.) Still, the red-haired lass has right nice digs. It still has that new ship smell, it does, like dead fish and shit brine. The bed is very nice, though covered perhaps in too many pillows. (What is it with women and pillows?)

Even the other lassies on board have fine digs, though they haven’t exactly given me much access to them. Something about fearin’ repercussions of the Captain, they says. I don’t know what they’re goin’ on about. The Captain has been nothing but roses and sunshine to me. I think they’re simply overwhelmed by my masculine attributes and don’t trust themselves with me.

Since I have to spend so much time in the lass’ cabin (her cabin boy, she says; me, a cabin boy? what is the world coming to?), I have noticed her walls are lined with rows of books. Not my normal activity of choice, if you catch my drift, but I have found that these aren’t your ordinary tomes. No Cotton Mather sermons or Alexander Pope couplets here. Since I have so much time on my hands, I though I’d use this space to review books for your edification. (That’s right: Ed-i-fi-ca-shun.)

Starting in a couple weeks, of course. I’m busy right now. With a certain redhead…and a couple bottles of rum

It’s good to be a pirate.

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