First Mate's Log: One Week at Sea

We’ve been one week out to sea and the Magarelli brothers are proving themselves assets.  Rations are the same as before, but somehow Cristobal turns everything into a savory masterpiece.  Paolo has the Bane all patched up like the day she was launched.  I’m not entirely sure they understand exactly what sort of ship this is, but they’ll understand as soon as we come across a suitable target.  It’s a dangerous game we play, working three different jobs.  But somehow Captain handles all of it.  We’ve lost some men across the years, but we’ve never been caught be the authorities.  As far as I’m concerned, that’s extremely lucky for a crew that runs legal trade, smuggling jobs, and attacks ships on the side.  I used to worry about putting things like that to paper, but now I figure if they have my journal they’ve taken the ship anyway and have found our incriminating cargo.  

Barney has been in the kitchen for a week, half of his punishment.  He claims he’s turning white from lack of sun.  This morning he told me that his hair will start to fall out if he doesn’t get “back against the sky as be proper.”  That boy could probably live his entire life in the crow’s nest and be satisfied.  Captain will not budge on the length of the boy’s sentence.

There are red skies at the horizon tonight.  Tomorrow should be a beautiful day.

R. Dawson