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I wanted to look for my best adviser, so I decided to investigate by myself the route they followed.

After asking lots of prisoners, I found his cell and I also found a map under the bed clothes with the supposed route. I took the map with me and went to study the route in my house.

After three days organizing the trip I realised that my journey had just started and my personal adventure, the one I really wanted to have and tell, had just began.

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For the first time but not the last in my life I was going to step on prison, I wasn’t sure where to go or where to ask, I walked in and, once inside, I stood still paralyzed by the fear of what I could encounter, a long time might have gone until my legs responded and started to move: they went for the sentry who looked friendlier.

I didn’t know what to say and my brain wasn’t being helpful, the sentry was getting impatient with my attitude, I pinched myself in an attempt to wake me up and it seemed that it worked. I asked the sentry for the prisoners taken in the wharf the day before, he wasn’t eager to talk, but a bribe made him spill the beans.

The group of prisoners, together with Captain George had been taken back to a ship; they would have to sail with a mad sailor, called Columbus who pretended to open a new way to the Indies. Nobody wanted to go with him, and as he was so insistent with the governors, they decided to give him some imprisoned healthy men.

Original image from sandyhd in Flickr. License under CC BY 2.0

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Never had I seen such an empty tavern this time of the day this close to the wharf. The waiter was drunk and bored. That I'd seen before. I ordered some rum and started talking to the waiter. He wasn't in the mood, so I offered him a chair and some cigarettes. He grabbed his bottle and started to complain about the whether, then he blamed the Church and finally the pirates. They where "fucking up the business".

He knew nothing about Captain Green, so I walk out before I was too drunk towards the only place they might know about the Captain, Orleans Parish Prison.

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So I have decided to go to the wharf and look for him.

I know the exactly place where he loads and unloads his sailboat but, this time all I can see is an empty spot and the dark water of the wharf. It is strange. At this time of the year, he should be here by now.

As I couldn't find him, I headed towards the tavern.

Maybe I will find the answers to all my questions there...

Image: København / Copenhagen. Nyhavn om aften. By Guillaume Baviere.

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I want to travel around all the world. India, China, Spain, Australia,... Marvellous countries with awesome people that I want to know.

But, I ask me the same question all over again: which place will be the first? I know it! I'll ask it to Captain George Green. He has been sailing all his life; he has a lot of experience, and maybe, he needs somebody for his next trip.

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I have always dreamt of being a sailor. I haven't told anyone but you. Since I was a kid, I had read amazing stories about mermaids, giant creatures, jelly box fishes and I want to set sail and discover the world.

And I wanted to do it as soon as possible. I have been saving money for a long time, and the day has just arrived. I am going to go and leave this city behind. But I do not know exactly where I want to go first...

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