Atlas

Intro What has become of my life?-a series 🪙🪙🪙🪙 ×× dear diary, today, the 14th of April 1702, I'm writing you because I have to say something that has been bothering me for a while. I need to take it off my chest. They don't allow women like us on board. "You're too soft and fragile," they said. "them" being men, of course. pirates, to be exact. I want to be on a ship soooo bad... to feel the wooden deck under my feet, the sea-wind in my hair, to hear the sound of the waves crashing at the front of the boat, everything is so.. magical, so exciting, about being a pirate. but I can’t be one, I'm not allowed to. a woman's purpose is to marry into a descent family and give her husband an heir, not to follow her ambitions and travel the world to explore the secrets that it hides..... sigh, I wish I was a man. You know what? I might not be a man, but I can trick them into thinking I am. hmm, which persona should I take... how about... a cleaner boy! I'll cut my hair, wear baggy clothes and smudge some mud on my face to hide my features: a perfect disguise! okay okay, I gotta go and start with my plan. I can't wait for it to work! talk to you later, my diary!! yours truly, Daniel ×× ((the fourth day: an off-day in the harbour city)) sigh.. after sneaking onto the 'sea serpent' and getting to know the crew along with the cleaning work for three days, I don't think I want to be a pirate anymore. these pirates are far from what I've expected. they are loud, annoying and always drinking Rum! maybe that's the price I have to pay to be able to follow my dreams of exploring the world.. well anyways, yesterday I met the blacksmith who turned out to really be blind as the rumours said. he even knew I was a girl just because of my footsteps, very impressive! today we're staying in the harbour city because the crew wanted to drink the whole night. again. but that only means more time to explore the city! I'll take a walk on the shore in like twenty minutes and see what I find.