SETTING SAIL!

Dear Diary,

Today was a pretty straight forward one for once. Knowing I had to cross the ocean, the task I had was to charter a ship. The only problem was that I’d started running outta funds. Listen, staying in those hotels around town really drained the ol’ coffers… I mean, I could have turned tricks while looking for leads but that’s beneath me… much like the guys I was riding! Hey-o!

Ok, Ok, I’ll stop. Regardless, I had no money and looking for work would waste too much time. That lead is only going to last so long. Then a thought occurred, why not just hit up a cargo ship? They’re already going to cross the divide, a lil’ bee girl coming along shouldn’t cause any kinda fuss, right? Toss a few bucks to make them look the other way sounded easy enough. So this morning I just sashayed on down to the docks and started laying on the charm. Turns out I didn’t need to do much all.

Round those parts was tales of a man named Mateo, a spice trader and the gruffest cook on the seven seas. Mean-looking, barrel-chested, hair coming ot of every you’d want and everywhere you didn’t want. And above all else, a career loner. I heard the man took on a job recently to deliver sugarcane and wheat to Afreeka ON HIS OWN! Apparently, this isn’t even the first time! The absolute mad man was loading his tiny ship when I approached him, lugging crates and barrels like they were paper bags. And before I could give him the hard sell, HE JUST SAID, “YES!” I was lead to believe he was the grumpiest of the Gus’s by the local sailors. Turns out he just looks that way, who’da thunk it? With that, I’ve got the ride I need. It’ll take a few weeks but I’m set to catch up with Dan REAL soon, I can feel it.

And before you ask, yes, I did use the last of my cash to buy myself this sexy pirate outfit. I’m not apologizing. Y’arrr gotta let a girl dream, diary, ye Scurvy dog!! …Anyway, tomorrow, we’re off.

-Windy, Y’arrrr