Seventy one days until we reach Key West.
I had hoped to keep me mutinous secret until we reached the colonies, but with the introduction of the Pirate Princess, the Villainess Alvida Viper, it be in the open now. Not a soul has slept since yesterday as the Viper, having proved her legacy, and I unfurled the long story of the Lost Key. Thankfully and incredibly, after many hours, the crew be agreed: as per the Pirate's code, which be now in affect ( with the Captain having final say!), each hand had an equal vote. Our fate be decided in unison: The White Spirit of the Casteneda has been pirated. We now sail on our own accord. Strike the Merchant Flag and Queen's Emblem! Hoist the Jolly Roger!
Interspersed between revelations of the nature of this journey and the history of Falcon LaGrange the Barbary Corsair and the illustrious Pirate Captain La Fey, I learned the story of The Pirate Girls Nine and they leader, the Viper; dressing like men, they were able to slip into the background of society undetected, free to travel, unbound by convention. Aye, taint no life for a woman...to be honest, taint no life for a man, neither. A sailor's days be numbered from the start: it be not a good or safe life. But that be not why a sailor sails. Man or woman, the call of the sea be great. And instead of a brethren, they call they selves a coven: a sisterhood of magikal arts (whether for good or evil, I cannot say. But a coven brings to mind sorcery, black magic and creates thoughts of fear and dread, which the sisterhood say suits them!) Instead of a Captain's Logbook, the journal of they journey be named a Grimoire; a book of spells and incantations. I sense the Falcon, with those alchemical potions, mixtures and elixors would be quite familiar with such a tome.
I be needin' to finish me notes later; an icy ill wind been picking up. It seems to have come upon us from no where. The once calm blue sky has become black all around. The Quartermaster barks, "All hands rig her down!" From the looks of it, I pray we make her in time. All unnecessary rigging must be rigged down in prolonged bad weather. The huge topsails be extremely hard to handle during storms and they be needing to be reefed. All crew members are in action on deck amongst shouting, pulling lines and furling canvas. I can hear the clanging of the rigging as we tighten her up and batten her down. This be no ordinary Gale...
Your Servant, Captain Billy Jack Wordsworth