*Diary assignment due in two days for History*
Jan. 1765
Food
-chickens: 30- 1 rooster
-wheat: 15 bags
-flour: 17 bags
-rum: 60 barrels
-pigs: 10
-goats: 2
♥-13
I know this is the recording book for our supplies but I felt like using one of my strengths to keep it handy. My name is Zen Blackheart and I’m a 13 year old, girl pirate and my father has decided, when he’s done and tired, I’m to take his place as captain on the Killing Creek. Many call me Miss 13 for the bad luck I cause for our enemies. My job is to count supplies, help in attack, and to watch from the crow’s nest. I hear the first mate calling ‘ Blackheart!’. I must go. I put this under my pillow, in the bed I sleep on. I am called again.
Safe on Killing Creek,
- Zen ♥
(next page)
1766
Food
-chickens: 20- 1 rooster
-wheat: 13 bags
-flour: 15 bags
-rum: 50 barrels
-pigs: 7
-goats: 3
♥-14
It was a bit of time since the last time I was to record supplies. The two goats had a baby and I was to care for it. Today we get more supplies and we were told of the Stamp Act. The smuggler (from the ship we’re buying from) said that newspapers, playing cards, diplomas, and legal documents were taxed and when you paid for the tax they would stamp the item or whatnot to make sure you didn’t take it or whatever. I thought that it kind of stupid and my racing heart of tension slowed when he said that it was repealed because of violent protests. I shall not write what he said they did. It is too much for me. I sit up in the crow’s nest, watching my fellow pirates haul loads of supplies onto our ship.
Safely on Killing Creek,
- Zen ♥
Food
-chickens: 30- 2 roosters
-wheat: 16 bags
-flour: 18 bags
-rum: 62 barrels
-pigs: 12
-goats: 4
(next page)
March 1770
Food
-chickens: 0
-wheat: ½ bag
-flour: ¼ bag
-rum: 0 barrels
-pigs: 0
-goats: 1
♥-18
After we made it to Boston my father gave up his position of captain to me and we celebrated. Rum all night for the crew, on March 4. The next morning a riot started and a few of my men went. Only 2 o the 4 came back. I was devastated. 2 of my best men had been wounded and we didn’t have enough money to wair for them. The water was our home and we needed it like fresh drinking water. Some of my men got home sick for the tilting ship as I went out for young recruits. I found a greatly built boy my age and man that clamed to be the boy’s father. They looked nothing alike. But I welcomed them onto my ship. The 18 year old was named Jessie and the ‘father’, Thomas. Now safe on deck again, I shall count supplies and instruct the 2 new men.
Safely on Killing Creek,
- Zen ♥
Food
-chickens: 30- 1 rooster
-wheat: 15 bags
-flour: 19 bags
-rum: 63 barrels
-pigs: 10
-goats: 2
(nezt page)
Dec. 1773
Food
-chickens: 1- 1 rooster
-wheat: 9 bags
-flour: 12 bags
-rum: 33 barrels
-pigs: 1
-goats: 4
♥-21
Jessie has been trying to get close to me but I push him away 10 fold. He says every time I push him away, “Hate is an act of love.” I push the thought out of my mind as I think about the day. We raided another ship today. The captian of what was it called again?.. The Crashing.
The captian of the Crashing was hap[py to join me at dinner with my crew. He shared information from land. Something about the Bosto Tea Party. He chuckled lightly before he told me grown men from a group called the Liberty bOys dumped 300 and some odd chests of tea into the bay. Parlament was furios and passed the Intolerable acts. It closed the bay from any in and out tripers. The captian was willing to give us somme of his cargo, as he had a lot more than needed for his trip he was making. It’s now Dec. 19 and I’m a bit mad the bay is closed. I lye in bed as I write this. My crew will have to take the winter to come at full force.
Safely on Killing Creek,
-Zen ♥
Food
-chickens: 21- 1 rooster
-wheat: 14 bags
-flour: 15 bags
-rum: 39 barrels
-pigs: 3
-goats: 4
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April 1775
Food
-chickens: 11- 1 rooster
-wheat: 12 bags
-flour: 11 bags
-rum: 30 barrles
-pigs: 1
-goats: 3
♥-23
Being captian is hard work. Jessie sits in front of me on this 30th day of April. He begs and begs to be by my side. Yesterday I let him slip along side me as I walked on deck and today I felt to tired to do anything about his ersistance. I push this memery away as I pull another from it’s shelf.
I fought hard against a well skilled pirate captian. All I had wanted was information. News of land. Of the colonists. He hated the part that I was a girl captian of a pirate ship. I don’t blame him. He challenges.
“Fight if you are as brave as we are told.” The young captian snears. He is only 19. Silly young ones. They never get the point.
*How's it looken?* And if any facts are mest up there ment to be. My character's on a ship and with it coming form a diffrent mouth it will be a little jumbled.*
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