January 17, 1650
I write this in dedication to you, Mother, because upon your deathbed, you swore you would read every word I wrote down if I would attend to my letters as you fought to have me do so hard as a young girl. All this time I have resisted doing so out of resentment, but as it looks like soon I will join you in whatever dark hell you've come to occupy, I shall begin writing to warn you of my arrival.
It appears that I have plundered my last English ship. They are looking for my ship from the Canaries to Iceland, it is only a matter of time before they find me. As I am bound to meet English ships around the Horn of Africa, and being that I am in no good stead with the Amacuro Pirates who know me in America, I shall try to slip past Gibraltar and make my last stand in the Mediterranean. It will be warmer there. I have sent word to Victor a month ago that I shall come to Leer, but received nothing back.
It does indeed appear to be a diary.
There are two places in the book where the binding seems to be broken ~ and upon a quick glance, about two thirds of the book, the back part, lacks any writing at all.
On the last written page it reads,
It isn't here. We've been lied to, and undone. It is clear that this has all been part of some plot that has nothing to do with us ~ but it has damned us to hell just the same.
The first place where the binding seems to break, the one that is earlier in the book, reads,
January 7, 1651
Of all the coincidences, I have met two of the same fellows who were mixed up with Victor and that business in Leer. They have asked to be taken to the Black Sea and I am ameniable ~ but I wonder at coincidences. They have a mage with them now, some fellow named Lukas. I do not trust him; he watches everything.
I wonder, too, about the one called Ahmet. What does it mean that he has the same name as my first mate, who gave me up five years ago. And what does it mean that his voice goes through me like a razor.
The second place where the binding is broken reads,
May 15th, 1651
They are back, and I find that he has brought the little bitch with him. She stares at him with love in her eyes but I can see there is something less in his. Well, I hope they will be happy together. After not much longer I will be rid of the pair of them and be about a better business, I think. I have been promised transport in Constantinople, so long as I perform some service. The Gnomes have not yet let me know what that will be . . .