Journal Entry III
John and I had been friends for years. He was an English Pointer. The Brendon family had also been around for generations. They were known navigators and explorers. Sir Brendon, John's father, had been "recruited" by the Giers to help them with the new trade routes. While he didn't necessarily like the Giers, he liked their money. But John was different; he was simple, easy going, and loved to explore. I needed to see him, because I had a proposition for him. "Will you be wanting dropped off at the main house?" Phil broke the silence. "Better not, I don't want to involve his father." "The cottage it is then" When Phil was younger, he used to take me to visit John as my chaperone. John's family had a small cottage on this pond by a grove of maple trees. Here we would play adventurers, pirates (ironic, I know), and plan secret missions to steal pies from Fitz the cook. On the front porch was a rusted red lantern. I would lig...