1703 (Beau Age 91) After the whole fiasco from the ball Edward and I had travelled across the world, helping others like me, who needed an escape. We both had killed many people and I got to eat many hearts. We did that until we met Bridget Bishop. She was perfect for Edward, they were mates and then Bridget had to fake her death, when they accused her of witchcraft. I guess it was true. Though Banshees were harbingers of death, they also were skilled Witches, but she was a good one. Edward was still in Salem, pretending to be human, but he had aquired a white cat, who was really Bridget but the town loved her in this form, because she wasn't a black cat and that they didn't know she was Bridget. Marlowe and I were in Blackbeards cabin, talking with him about possible places to go, when I got a vision. "North Carolina 13 years from now, Teach and Marlowe" I said, looking at them. "Until then we just sail wherever, doing whatever. Remember onl
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