While I was staying at the fort, I suppose I let my guard down. When I woke up this morning, I found out that I was brought to the high ups in Britain. It turns out that some of those filthy British found me sleeping in their fort and brought me to the high ups. Oh well, thanks to my wonderful British accent (I never knew I had such a talent), the high ups thought that I was just a poor orphan boy that got lost. The bad part is, the British high ups took a liking to me, and they decided to keep me with them, since I was an orphan (apparently), and another bad part is that I have to keep on talking in this stupid British accent. While staying here, I found out some useful info. Apparently the British people had made a royal proclamation about two months ago, and it was made in order to organize the North American territories that had been gained by Britain in the Treaty of Paris. But its SO obvious that the British made it just so that they were scared of the first nations, and they didn't want to have the first nations running at them with pitchforks because they were on their land. Well, now I'm going to look for mama. Hopefully she's somewhere around here. I would like to ask the high ups that I stay with, but I have a feeling that if I do, they're become suspicious, and they'll kick me out (this would be really bad, since they've been giving me good food and nice clothes).
-Pierre
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