I went on board a ship bound for the Brasils. We were about 120 tons, carried 6 guns and 14 men, besides the Master, his boy and myself, along with the re-zombified Queen Nomore. Under my orders, she was kept locked in her aft apartment, a musket trained on her door around the clock.
Although the memory of our kiss did betimes slip like a poisonous jellyfish over the harbor wall of my mind, to arrive with a nasty sting on a naked foot, as I paddled through the innocent ebb and flow of my day-to-day thoughts. How long this journey was, how long!