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April 24, 1680

 

April 24, 1680
At port.
 
Quiet nights watch. Nothing died, nothing blew up. 
Saw a new wanted poster of ol' Frenchie De Fait. Went up a whole 10 pounds. He must've won another argument and ran off before the red guard figured out he'd been insulted. 
Additional: received a letter from Ma via a local trading post. If she managed to find me. The bounty hunters won't be far behind.

April 18, 1680

April 18, 1680

At port.
 
I am never letting one of Aunt Fanny's girls cook for me again. Spent most of last nights watch in the head. Next morning Fanny found one of her customers robbed blind. He would have been dead had I not heard the creeping footsteps of the young woman who fed me.
She called it Chille or some Spanish stew. Had more spice than one of Myfanwy's poultice bindings and had more beans than the local trading post.
Fanny gave the girl quite a switch but didn't cast her out. I get to keep my posting.
I treated myself to some fresh pork and potatoes from the market.
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