Strange things happen in the mist of the Caribbean, ships will disappear for no reason and others will run into each other, poor fishermen will come up dead, Cargo ships carrying human cargo will be lost forever. We are sailing in forbidden waters with a child that is not of this world, the gold of the Mayans was given back nevertheless someone has what the Goddess of the sea wants! The men who are left of them hurry to prepare a way to safety not knowing what’s around the next corner. My only hope is that greed did not creep in among my mates for just one piece of gold will sink us all. I asked the Chief of the ship to get to the bottom of the disappearance of some of the garcons we need to search everyone. Not one soldat of the Guard has died or come up missing but everyone else has suffered loss. Not even a small breeze has helped us to leave the coastline and head north. The African began to disrobe and one among them was thrown in the ocean no one knows why or when. The little boy seems very happy with his newfound father and all the French soldates play with him, even their Captaine. As we disrobe many of the mates had scars to show the life in the west Indies, the whip marks of former masters and former Captains. So is the life of a sailor in 1803.
We seem determined to push on out of the cove to the open waters, nevertheless, the cove went on for days and the men were tired of rowing with no wind to aid us it was as if we were in one spot going nowhere. What in the name of the almighty is stopping us from clearing this god forsaken place? Everywhere up and down the cove you could hear the yelling of some poor soul caught out where the evil bugs were sucking the blood out of anything they could find. I am not a praying man but I will pray this time and I looked to the God of my mother to the eastern star and I set down on the deck of the small sloop and I said there’s no other God greater than the God of the east for all things were made by him and for him and he is great most great and kind to his creation . Turning to the east then to the west I realized we were not headed North but to the west back to where we came from how this could be, we all thought that our Captain of this sloop knew the stars. I looked up and saw the North star looking dead at me and the ship was going against the star. I rushed up to the that fool on the ruder and forced him to turn the ship towards the star. What kind of sailors are you I yelled at him, are you not watching the stars fool? The Sloops Captain yelled at me and I was forced to kill him on the spot, just after praying. Although I knew this might mean my own life, I stood firm. No one challenged me when they all looked up and saw that I was headed to the big bright star in the big dipper. As the men started rowing harder and harder the wind picked up and the sails began to full carrying us out of the cove into the open water.
The sloop picked up the wind like she should, and we were making head wind speed I never traveled so fast in such a short time. As daylight began and the star was gone the sun was in front of us and we knew we were headed east. As we sailed farther from the cove the wine became our enemy, not our friend. It was first our savior now it is the devil that seeks to destroy us. I took over the helm after killing the Captain of the sloop now the men all cursed me. One of the new mates was careless and lost his life to the wind. That path through the sails from one side to the other yet I knew that sailing into the wind would do this and any sailor worth his salt knew that also. As all the French soldat stayed together and tied themselves together, they were smarter than some of these so-called sailors. Quickly I yelled to the more experienced sailors. “Tie the mast sail down before it kills us all!” and we sailed as fast as the wind could carry us till, I started to sail with the wind north. The weather was unusual for this time of year hotter than ever, the men all took off more clothing to stay cool even though the breeze was very warm that meant that a hurricane was brewing somewhere and I hope we were not running into it . I was going to push my garcons harder than I ever have, this was my first command of a ship. I knew how to push a troop of cavalry, but sailors were different, they were climbing up and down the sail pulling the main and letting it down to gain speed. Work was tedious and it was showing in the old salts face the new men just fainted till we revived them with a bucket of water. The black clouds of the hurricane were behind us but closing fast. All the guardsmen were pulling the ropes in and out that the way my garcons to a song that they all knew it must have been the regimental song. “Forward we go straight to the guns as the troops called us forward we will not quit we will not Fail for the Guard will never fail to do honor to the flag beat the drums beat the drums drummer boy beat the drums don’t let the troops over take us forward my garçons . Marks of former masters and former Captains. So is the life of a sailor in 1803.”
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