John T Ervin

Journal and locket

Dear journal, It is the twenty third of august which marks my fifth year in this backwards town. Next month this time is what the town thinks is my twenty first birthday. Oh, if only they knew that “Paul” was three years older than they think they would not be congratulating me on my reaching adulthood quite so much. Sadly since Dr. carver passed from a stroke these two years past I have been fulfilling his duties to the town. The difference shows though. I know nothing about the plants in the wilds of this forgotten colony and as such am unable to replenish our dwindling medicines. How a man of Dr. Carver’s caliber ended up in this god forsaken pirate run town I will never know. I do my best but I was always better with the animals rather than working with the people. Last night Peter Sr. our main wheat farmer passed from a severe heart attack. While I was able to arrive in time to perform cpr I was not able to do more than delay the inevitable. Then as I write this I am also preparing to attempt to run back into the wilderness that took my parents all those years ago. Sadly I do not expect to survive I give myself 5 to 1 odds of surviving the week. But those odds are better than those ill have in town once Simon, the drunken snitch, delivers what he found in my home to the pirate captain. Most of the adult women bear the marks of Caliste’s attentions. She as grown bored of her last captive and I’m sure when she finds I have been hiding under the assumed identity of a boy she will want to address it immediately. The sadistic bitch may even do her work publicly as an example. My preparations are done and as I expect this to be my last entry I will go ahead and leave this to be found by the pirates. Little more than thumbing my nose yet an act of defiance is an act of defiance.