This project was actually born today, but it was triggered by many small events that occurred in the last couple of days. It would be too long to tell all that, so I hope you enjoy this. It actually brought tears to my eyes while I was thinking about it this afternoon (at the office 
) This is only the first part. No pics though. Just one to help you visualise.
Diary of a Pirate ClickyJanuary 1979Dear diary:
My eyes burns from the first light of day I see. I'm finally realeased from the box's darkness and brought into existence. I got my new kid today!! It is a hot summer day and it is our birthday! His name is Gaston. He presented me to his little sister and she tried to take me from him. He gently said no and run with me, imprisoned in his hand, to a place called “the terrace”.
He has a plain vast dry land up there. No sight of water at all though.
I'm happy to be free and he seems so happy to be with me. But I'm not the only one. I've met some construction workers, cowboys and police officers in that place whom I share this kid with, but he seems to have eyes just for me today.
We play all day. He stretches my arms and bends my waist a thousand times. I'm tired. My only feet hurts but I smile. He got me a small boat that I get to ride around the terrace a hundred turns. I have read my map back and forward...and upside down. I shoot the guns I carry in my treasure chest once and again. I make friends and fight enemies all day long with my sword.
Night comes and we must rest. I go to sleep rapped in his small hand. I don't close my eyes but I dream sweet dreams.
I smile a lot.
August 1979Dear Diary:
Many others like me share our house. It is getting crowded. Gaston keeps us all together but he always has a special place for me. I heard him say I'm his favorite because I'm different, I have only one leg. I like the kid a lot. We have fun every weekend and I often miss him when he is at school, but I get to rest from the wild non stopping fun from the weekends.
My hat is crooked and lost its feather, I'm dirty and I'm missing a couple of guns. My sword is not shinny anymore and my boat is terribly scratched from being dragged across the ground all day long. Where is that shore? This dry land must be huge. We have been going around it for months and haven't found it yet.
We haven't been out for a long time. He calls it winter and I miss the sun .
He makes me go to weird places that I enjoy for him, I ride a horse, sometimes I fly. I'm not a pirate all the time, I'm a cowboy, an explorer, or just a common man. I run just like the rest as if I had two legs. I have a car.
I can't hide my smile.
December 1979Dear Diary :
He said today is Christmas Eve. A magic man comes at night bringing toys for good kids. We expect more like us. But night comes and goes away. No one new.
Day has dawned and I'm still in the wicker trunk where he keeps us. It's been quiet for so long I'm getting worried. Did he forgot us? Did the magic man come finally with new friends to play? I hear shouts and screams of delight, and laughter right after that. He comes running and take the trunk out into the terrace. And then I hear it for the first time and I know what it is. Water! At last! Did he find the shore?
He grabs me fast and takes the boat. I can't see anything from here. And then he does it. I'm on the boat, and the boat is floating! The sea! I'm at the sea, for the first time, where I'm supposed to be! He is fascinated! He watches the boat floating with surprised eyes! He makes it sail and I love it. I fell into the water and I feel its touch, refreshingly sweet!
He pulls me up and down and under! We play all day and I'm soaking wet. I'm tired but happy! I own a my own sea. I go to sleep again and I dream of bubbles, ducks and mousses and a word he often repeated today: Disney's Pool. Is it the name of my sea?
I can't help but smile.
