Two days since we took our last ship. The weather continues fine though there be
little wind. Mariella will likely be the
death of me, God love her.
A. Penn
Our dear Mariella Penn has made her entrance into the public
eye. Captain kept her safely hidden for
almost two days before she escaped. She
somehow climbed out through one of the windows and up over the stern and onto
the poop deck. Johns was faithfully
standing his post at the wheel, but he is likely our most superstitious
crewman. When he saw her he took such a
fright that he jumped ship. We had a proper
struggle getting him back on deck.
Captain threatened to leave him in the water and sail away without him,
giving Mr. Durkus the station of pilot.
Johns consented and returned to the helm, but I have no doubts that this
is not our last incident involving the captain’s daughter. Barney nearly fell to his death when he saw
her. Luckily climbs like a monkey. Being inquisitive, he calls
it. He caught himself in the ratlines before
he met his end on the deck.
At least the weather continues agreeable.
R. Dawson
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