My name is Bonnie Anne, and I am eighteen years old, as of late. 

I have purchased this journal with what little money I have acquired in my lifetime, as today will be my last day living the life of which my parents intended me to have. 

Tomorrow, I am setting out to sea to become a pirate. 

Homelife has not been treating me well. My parents have been looking for a man for me to marry, saying that I should want to stay home to care for the needs of my family, but I do not want this, nor do I want a man. 

I would rather be free to choose what I do with my future.

I have been telling my parents this fact consistently, that I would much rather appreciate the life of sailing the seas with the people I know best.

But despite my cries and pleas, this has not worked. 

They said they have chosen a man for me, and they have decided for us to get married tomorrow. This is not something I would want for my life at all. 

Years ago, when my parents were pressuring me to find a man, I had asked all of the sailors that I could find if I could join them in their journeys across the sea, all though all of them had rejected me, claiming it is bad luck to have a woman on their crew. 

This is a common belief among sailors, that it is bad luck to have a woman join your crew, but it is not one that I believe in at all. If anything bad were to happen whilst I sail, it will be because of an unfortunate circumstance, or poor choices among the crew.

Because of this, I could not find anyone willing to let me sail the seas with them, nor would my parents ever allow it, so it seems that the only real option is for me to become a pirate. 

I would require a crew to sail with, so I have asked four of my closest friends to accompany me, all of which have agreed to it. 

First, there is my friend Jay. he has since agreed to become the crew's shipwright, fixing our ship when needed. 

It is here I feel I should mention that we have stolen a boat, since I do not think any of us have the skill to build one of our own. Nor would we be able to afford one either. 

Jay does know enough to repair a ship to a certain extent, but I’m sure he will learn more as our time goes forward.

I first met him in my first few years of high school, as we both shared an interest in Shakespears’ plays, so we would often talk to each other about them.

The second friend accompanying us is named George. George and I have known each other for quite some time, having met when our parents introduced us at around the age of five. He will be this ship's cook, as that has been his passion since I first met him. 

The third member goes by the name of Samantha. Samantha is a woman, who I would describe as easily angered, although containing a sweet center. 

I had met Samantha when I had just entered highschool. 

I was a rather introverted child, but we both took a liking towards each other, and she made an effort to get to know me, making her another friend of mine.

She has since agreed to help our crew by becoming the navigator, helping us travel towards the next island. 

Not only is she that, but also the crew's artist. Her art is simply gorgeous, but I fear I may not be able to talk about it here, as it deserves its own section in this journal. 

The fourth member that has joined our crew is a woman named Reed. 

Reed and I share a deep connection, one of which surpasses a friendship of any kind. 

I would describe her as an unusually attractive woman, where I often find myself lost, staring at her with immense feelings of beauty, admiration, and desire, along with other feelings that I feel I cannot simply describe on paper. 

Very few things are able to break that gaze, of which I often find myself stuck within when she is with me.

When we met was not too long ago, at the age of fifteen.

I was sitting, reading a book on a park bench, when Reed approached me. 

She had told me that she had noticed what book I was reading, and that it was one of her favorites as well. 

The book itself was named ‘Carmilla’, it followed the story of a girl who had encountered a vampire, who went by the same name the book was called. 

Reed then introduced herself to me, saying that I had looked too beautiful to ignore, once she had noticed me. 

I, too, would say the same for her. Once I first laid my eyes upon her, I could not bring myself to look away.

In fact, it was her who inspired me to set out to sea in the first place. Her, along with the many books I have read when I was a child. 

I would read many books, and still do, about sailors encountering wonders after wonders on these beautiful high seas. 

Giant sea serpents, bigger than that of a galleon. People that inhabit the clouds above us. Entire underwater islands, where mermaids and mermen would live together in harmony. 

This seemed like a dream to behold. 

It was then that I had told Reed I had wished for nothing more than to sail the seas. 

She claimed that we could do it together. I could sail the seas with her in hand, feeling nothing but freedom with her by my side. 

Currently, it has been five years since the four of us all agreed to sail together. Six, since Reed and I had first dreamed about it. But we could not do that immediately, as it would require years of planning and packing to do so. 

Although now, we shall be finally doing it. 

I realise now that I forgot to mention that Reed will be my second in command, helping me when I so desire.

One more thing I feel compelled to mention, is that the connection I now share with Reed has grown all the much stronger. Only death can render us apart. 

Now, we have become close friends. Or even more than that. One might even say, roommates.