Looking back

The crew here is very crude. Well, with exception of Captain Bulswag, My master, and Frye. Aside from that, they're all awfully crude! All of their daggers are worn out and rusty. If my father were here he would give them a piece of his mind. But he's not.

I haven't had very much time to mourn, and I'm starting to feel like I can't hold back anymore. I have so many questions, but no one to give me answers. Why was my father poisoned? Why did he have to die? Who in the world were these pirates who were chasing after me? What will I find in the Island of Macabee and who or what is Tracabee?

Frye said that if I needed to cry I can cry on his shoulder. I don't want to cry around anybody though. I just wanted to be alone. So I went deep into the ship, where the cargo hold is, sat between some boxes, and cried.

When I was tapped on the shoulder, I expected to see Frye. I wouldn't have been surprised if he had followed me down here. Instead, it was my master, Cobalt Blu, wearing the most sympathetic look on his face. I have to admit, I haven't been a very good page girl-- I mean boy. I meant to wipe my tears and excuse myself, but I just cried even harder.

What a thing to show my master, huh?