Journal Entry I
Sitting here in the captains quarters, I am reminded of when I became a pirate. It was against my uncle's wishes, actually, it was so far from any idea he ever had... Early December, 2 years after the death of Princess Faenza: Uncle George was sitting calmly in his chair by the fire when the sound of wheels and hooves crunching snow rolled down the drive. Snuffing out his pipe, the embers of the fire glowing in his eyes, "Felix, you have your books?" "Yes. I told Speedy Stevie to take it to the ship, and then he was released of his duties." "Good, good." "Uncle, I... I am going to find her." "Felix, let's not discuss this now. You know to move the ship to another port, keep it safe. It has all of her documents and books." "Yes, I know..." The door burst open, Dom Gier's dogs rushed to surround us. And there he was, fur so perfectly coifed, clothes of velvet. Poodles, so, pompous. "Lord Georg...