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 George Thunderpaws, you are hereby found guilty of treason to your king, His Royal Highness, Wreed Gier. You are to be taken to The Isle, until such a day as King Wreed sees fit to release you. But, I doubt he is interested in pardoning you." Dom said with slight lisp, and a taunting tone.

Before I could retort, uncle rose and walked towards the door. "Well, then, shall we?"

Dom stood there, displaying just a hint of disappointment. I saw them place the irons on my uncle, and lead him out. He turned back, and winked. Dom saw the wink and as soon as my uncle was out of sight, "What are you up to, Fefe?"

"Oh, Dome - "

"SIR DOM! NOT DOME!"

"Sir Dome - " He violently shoved me against the mantle, I continued, "I am simply watching you take a loyal subject to prison. Simply because he is loyal to the royal family."

Dom was seething, "I am the royal family."

"Oh, right, I forgot." I said, trying not laugh.

He released me, straightened his velvet, or was it velour, suit. As he walked to the door, he turned back, "Watch yourself Felix. You are on my list."

Once he disappeared down the unlit hallway, I collapsed in my chair. My uncle, the Queen, the Princess, everything, gone into the darkness. Sitting in the light of a dying fire, I contemplated what I was going to do. Uncle's tea sat cold on the table. The Giers had taken so much from so many. And they had taken over even more trade routes and completely monopolized importing and exporting of goods to our country. It was causing huge gaps between the people, and the nobles. They also were implementing so many laws to restrict the comings and goings not only goods, but people. Neighbors were fighting each other, turning on each other. Even our employees who helped run our massive estate had left, for fear of associating with my uncle and his rebellious leanings.

The longer I gazed in to the golden liquid, the more my anger boiled. I picked up the cup, and sipped. It was cold, the flavor had changed with its temperature. I knew a bit of tea lore, but I had always drank sweet tea that our cook would make. Before the Giers it was common to find tea rooms everywhere, and sweet tea. But, again, the Giers came. They increased the price so high, only they could really afford it. They also seized all the trade of tea. They controlled it all.

Then it dawned on me. I had a ship, top of the line, fast too. I would start trading tea! The Giers loved tea. It was what they were known for, before they started to cut corners about 20 years back. Still shocked they could manage the coup they did. I was going to hit them where it would hurt. Their tea and spice trade. I would then document my adventures. Pirating would be my rebellion.