piratejournal | 1st Secret [Voice]

[After examining the journal she received, Cinderella realized that it could some how play and record audio messages. Which is just fine with her since she doesn't feel like writing anything down. She's way too annoyed for that and she certainly sounds the part.]

Whoever took me from the airport and dropped me in the middle of what looks like the set of a pirate movie, I'm going to hunt down and shove my high heel up their ass. At least they could've brought my luggage with me! How do they expect a girl to survive with out her Versace, Prada, or Gucci!? [Not to mention her spare gun, knife, and extra ammo that were enchanted so that TSA would ignore them were in there. Those would have been very handy in this place.]

If I end up missing Fashion Week in Milan I'm going to be extra pissed. [Well really, she was just starting a mission but no one needs to know that. Still, it will cause a huge mess back home if she were to go missing before she even starts.] I'm a busy woman, so I don't have time for this crap.

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Trust me, the actual events were anything but simple and there was just as much shit being thrown around.

[Mundies would be surprised about what really happened in their beloved fairy tales.]

They're actually kinda normal. I was married to a guy named Charming after all. And I won't have made the suggestion if I minded. Most people tend to call me that, and it makes blending in the Mundane so much easier.

With the things you have suggested about your life, I'm willing to bet that he didn't take much from his name.

[Or maybe he did, weren't all the princes in fairytales actually known as "Charming Prince"? He always found that curious, either people didn't bother to give the guy who saved the princess a name or it was the same guy with a hobby for using women. He always thought it was the last option given how his own father was.]

Cindy, then. Though you'll find that blending with the natives of this world isn't as easy as blending with the Mundanes as you call them. You will probably blend without problems with the rest of us, though.

Oh he did live up to his name. His first two wives would agree with me on that. The problem was he was too charming and didn't know when to turn it off.

[She gives a short almost bitter laugh.]

I've already noticed about how hard it is to blend in here. I'm wearing a Gucci dress while everyone around me is wearing wool and cotton. I stick out like a sore thumb!

So basically he was an asshole. Sounds like my father, though he didn't ever try to marry as far as I know.

[He chuckles.]

Even if you wore the same clothes as them, they would probably notice. I've been here long enough to notice that even with clothes people will sooner or later know. Either way, as pirates they already don't always like us even if they don't know we're foreigners.

Not just any asshole. He was the prince of all assholes. But he had to at least love his first two wives at some point or else he wouldn't have been able to break their curses. Me, all he did was see if my glass shoe fit.

Yeah, I'm starting to notice the "not liking us" part. I just punched out some jack-ass. At least I didn't break a nail.

He had that over my father then, since he at least loved two people. My father didn't love anyone but himself probably and he used women for one or two nights before abandoning them, whether they got pregnant or not.

[Though now that she talks about the first two wives and their curses... Maybe he had been right as a child when he thought that Prince Charming was always the same guy.]

By the way, in case you didn't notice yet or no one told you. The Navy is definitively the opposite of our friends. They are most likely to shoot you down first and then ask than anything else.

[Oh, child Ikki would have been more than right, and Cindy would have confirmed it.]

Sounds like a real winner. [Oh the amount of sarcasm in that one short sentence! And his next statement brings even more!]

This place just sounds better and better by the minute!

[Well, at least she's no stranger to people wanting to shoot her. Good thing she's tough to kill.]

And there's more to the fun. Has anyone told you about the monthly parties we have?

[He sees that sarcasm and matches it with his own, just so she knows full well how he still doesn't have good news.]

Something tells me that these "parties" don't involve getting dressed up, dancing and getting drunk off our asses at the end of the evening.

Oh, they do. At least the getting drunk part, it sounds like a good way to deal with it all.

[He chuckles bitterly.]

Though it's adviced to wait for the end of it all, whenever it comes. Well... With your background you probably have heard about curses, haven't you?