Journal Entry III

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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 light this when I could visit him, so he knew to come down from the main house.

"Felix dear, with all the snow, it is going to take a bit longer. Why don't you take a bit of a nap?" Belle whispered loudly, trying to stay covert.

"Yeah, I think I will. Thanks Belle."

"Don't mention it, I'll sing a lullaby-"

"Belle... What did he say earlier?"

"Oh! Right! Sorry!"

I laughed under my breath, she is such a wonderful creature, loud, but lovely. As the carriage swayed, I started to drift off.

The ride to Brendon House was about an hour and a half. But snow was piling up, and when one sleeps, time flies swiftly by. I awoke to a sudden jolt.

"Phil? Belle? Everything alright?"

"Master Felix, you should stay hidden." Paul spoke, breathing heavily. "Belle, I will do all the talking you hear?"

"Yes dear."

Never had I heard heard her so, obedient.

The carriage started to move slowly, and I heard voices. I pulled the blanket up and over my face and pretended to still be asleep. One voice rose above the others, it was John!

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