September 9, 1701

ahoy, diary and all ye seaworthy folk. it is i, cabin boy, James Towne. Sorry for neglecting my diary for so long, but the crew and i have been through some rough adventures as of late. I believe last time i wrote, i was locked in the brig for letting my mind slip swabbing the upper deck. Now i'm free and cleaning once again. Currently, we're in the middle of the ocean, sailing by the stars. There's something about being alone with the entrancing sea at night time. However, I don't get to enjoy it much because they set my curfew round 9 o'clock, while the other lads stay up and do "pirate stuff."
speaking of pirates, i finally met Mr. Black Jack Davey, that scallywag. We were waiting in line for lunch when i bent over to lash my boots nice and tight, when i accidently bumped into his lunch tray, knocking it over. I'll never forget that look on his treacherous face. Through that big black bird, i could barely make out a scowl. He handled me by the collar of my shirt, dragging me upstairs onto the deck. "shall i keelhaul this landlubbin dog?!" he yelled to the other lads. they didn't have much of a reaction, cuz i'm not sure they knew who i was, plus i figured black jack davey didn't want to go through the trouble of tying a killick to me, then throwing me overboard, dragging me under the boat. So he just threw me overboard instead.