Love, War, And The Ability To Snap Your Fingers

April 12th, 1861

Dear Diary,

The civil war has started, and I am not prepared. However, to my misfortune, my mother really cares about my safety. She doesn’t think I can do anything on my own. Well, do you want to know what my lovely mother did this time? She puts me on a ship. That’s right; a ship full of old and gritty pirate men; though mother says they are all just a shipping crew. I still have my doubts though.

You’re Beloved,
Matilda Lannan