I'm not sure how much more of this I can take. Every time I hear shouting in the street or a bell ringing my heart leaps into my mouth. Knowing that the likes of Barbossa, Captain Redd and Jack Sparrow are just offshore, is terrifying. There isn't a moment of the day when I am not thinking about the inevitable attack. The waiting is crushing me. Many have died, but I don't have the money for passage and even if I did, where would I go? This island is my home but, lord help me, I don't want it to be my grave.