Taxes taxes taxes! Bloody crown asking 10 shillings from me just to earn me living.
There'll be a revolution I tell ya!
Speaking of earning a living, I managed to avoid the chopping block with the rescue of a wee notebook.
That'll learn me to leave me black book in me waistcoat on wash day. Skipper would have me tackle for breakfast.
The local redcoats were out and about. I kept to myself and they didn't recognize me.