9 I Know Everything, Mostly. (1/2)

[12/11/1390]

This is the first time I'm writing a journal. I hope I'm doing ok with it. Ok, so what should I write. Oh, I know. Today, was a great day. I got invited to a dinner with a landlord of a region of the Soulisphate kingdom. We were having some conversation and had dinner afterward. Damn, what a feast.

'Close enough, but still, I need to dig deeper.'

[16/11/1390]

Second entry of this journal, duh, I'm too lazy to write it honestly. Maybe I discontinue it, but it just maybe. Today, the landlords request me to intercept an unknown ship that was sailing near the island of [Ink was spilled over this page]. The landlords said that the ship contained the traitor from the Soulisphate kingdom. The ship will be heavily guarded, he said, and that's why I disagree and abandoned the contract.

'This Capitan surely know something about the attack.'

[17/11/1390]

Why do I write this after yesterday? Well, the landlords threaten me, which I still refuse his offer although he gave me a threat of eliminating my ship and my crew. Sure, he can do that, but he will also lose the only one that willing to make their hands dirty for him. But, some of the crew started a rebellion against me once he showed them a big chest of gold coins in front of my team. Damn, he is an excellent negotiator.

'He wasn't willing to do it? But why did he do that? Well, I knew he is at fault, but who is the landlord that we are talking about? I wish the SEAL took him alive, but it was too late to say that. It's my fault that I told them not to kill him though.'

[19/11/1390]

The first preparation to attack a convoy with my frigate, I upgraded the hull of the ship with reinforced metal and added more cannon on board the vessel. The crew bought a new ammo type that is going to help the attack. Though, I have my doubts about that swivel gun that I installed on the deck.

'Swivel gun? So that's why the ammunition barrel became such an easy target.'

Sadly because of the night time operation that he took last night, he was so sleepy that Lance could barely open his eyes. He put the book on his pillow and fell asleep as soon as he laid his eyes on the fluffy pillow.

3 Hours Later

”Sergey, wake up,” A familiar Russian woke him up. The kind of the dumb and caring one as a person, but also wise in particular situations. Yup, that was Dima. The friendliest Ruskies that Lance could meet.

”Hey there, What time is it Dima?” Lance asked him.

Lance chugged down the whole glass and already could feel the warmth, though he held himself from drinking too much since it will affect his reputation as a General and as a role model for some of them. ”Enough, for now, Dima, I need to read the journal,” he said as he looked at his pillow for the journal that had disappeared, ”Dima, where is the journal?” Dima was asked as he waved around the journal on his right hand.

”Could you give me that thing, comrade?” Lance asked Dima politely.

”Sure, but I don't find too much that I can say a meaningful intel,” Dima said to Lance.

”What do you mean?” Lance asked him.