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Travel Diary of La Loredan Part 1
What could possibly be worse than arguing with a group of sailors that having a woman aboard will most certainly not cause all hell to break loose on the voyage? Well the only thing worse than that is all hell breaking loose on the voyage and dealing with some very, very angry sailors.
Aboard the barquentine vessel, the Pio San Matteo, with only a few guards to keep the restless sailors at bay, I felt myself at an unease. I was traveling from Valencia to Liguria hoping that Genoese trade might be much more fruitful than that from Spain. One would assume that such a short voyage would go without much hassle or obstacle, but of course, all-loving God must have a sense of humor. Halfway into the sailing, in the dark of night, a terrible storm brewed. I am most certain that the sailors have dealt with much worse, but seeing as in this case there was a woman on board, namely myself, they decided it be prudent to throw me overboard.
Of course it is easy to imagine I wasn't very pleased at the sailors' demand to my person being thrown to the waters. It was my six mercenary guards against perhaps twenty or more of them. Suffice to say I locked myself in my cabin whilst my mercenaries turned the sailors into mince meat.. Though I must note that I need to send word to the family of one of the men, as he did not meet kindly with a sailor's pistol. Oh well, one less mercenary to pay at the least.
Now while my men are brilliant guardsmen, I did not really expect any of them to be capable sailors. If we were not so close to Corsica, I would fear being adrift for days... Heaven forbid that occur.
Now I find myself stranded in the city of Bastia for the next few days. The attitude here is different than I expected. While the Loredani family is well known in Liguria, I did not expect them to be aware of my family here. I must make a note of the Bianco Leccio inn, as in this... less developed area of Europa, it is a haven for some slight luxury. Most fortunately, the innkeeper knows my great aunt Franca who apparently is a frequent vacationer here. While I have only met dear aunt Franca only once as a child, I have heard much about her, she is only married into the Loredani family- and is widowed to boot.
I don't recall uncle Alvise being a very kind man, most likely aunt Franca murdered him. I like aunt Franca a bit more now.
Aboard the barquentine vessel, the Pio San Matteo, with only a few guards to keep the restless sailors at bay, I felt myself at an unease. I was traveling from Valencia to Liguria hoping that Genoese trade might be much more fruitful than that from Spain. One would assume that such a short voyage would go without much hassle or obstacle, but of course, all-loving God must have a sense of humor. Halfway into the sailing, in the dark of night, a terrible storm brewed. I am most certain that the sailors have dealt with much worse, but seeing as in this case there was a woman on board, namely myself, they decided it be prudent to throw me overboard.
Of course it is easy to imagine I wasn't very pleased at the sailors' demand to my person being thrown to the waters. It was my six mercenary guards against perhaps twenty or more of them. Suffice to say I locked myself in my cabin whilst my mercenaries turned the sailors into mince meat.. Though I must note that I need to send word to the family of one of the men, as he did not meet kindly with a sailor's pistol. Oh well, one less mercenary to pay at the least.
Now while my men are brilliant guardsmen, I did not really expect any of them to be capable sailors. If we were not so close to Corsica, I would fear being adrift for days... Heaven forbid that occur.
Now I find myself stranded in the city of Bastia for the next few days. The attitude here is different than I expected. While the Loredani family is well known in Liguria, I did not expect them to be aware of my family here. I must make a note of the Bianco Leccio inn, as in this... less developed area of Europa, it is a haven for some slight luxury. Most fortunately, the innkeeper knows my great aunt Franca who apparently is a frequent vacationer here. While I have only met dear aunt Franca only once as a child, I have heard much about her, she is only married into the Loredani family- and is widowed to boot.
I don't recall uncle Alvise being a very kind man, most likely aunt Franca murdered him. I like aunt Franca a bit more now.
