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

”You may read it. I won't spoil it. Спойлер это не весело, правда? Spoiler is not fun, right? Bye, Lance, it's 15.60 right now,” Dima said to lance.

”You might say that it is already 4.pm you urod,” Lance shouted to Dima as he left the room.

[23/11/1390]

Final preparation before that suicide mission. The hull was already heavily armored by some metal plating, and cannons have been refurbished as well. Everyone had a new blunderbuss and flintlock pistol as well as a new sword. The musket had been issued for every single one of us. If we come back alive from this, we have the luck of the devil. May God bless us all against this traitor.

'What kind of misunderstanding is this? Am I the traitor? I don't think so. My family even never did an espionage action, well that is as far as I know. Only god knows what.'

[26/11/1390]

The convoy has been sunk, and we have killed all of the survivors of the ship. Though, I met this one boy who seems to be very angry and charged at me with his full force. Though, I can counter it quickly. A mutiny from one of my ship crew also happened, and we threw him to the open sea. Overall, we have the luck of the devil, and we have to accept the reward. Well, Day was excellent and all.

'All of them? My uncle and relatives too? God fucking damn it, Who the hell did all of this? I will send him to hell and beyond.'

[30/11/1390]

The landlords were very kind to throw us some nice bonus on the side. Well, I want to kill him and attack his territory, but my ego and common sense were active at the current times since I knew that the landlord was pretty strong in term of raw military power. His army is big enough to crush my ship three times a day.

'What a greedy bastard. Who are these landlords? Give me a name.'

[07/12/1390]

We are the wealthiest pirate in the region now, and the most dangerous one too. We have embarked for a city 1000 km away from this mainland. It's a shoreline of another region of the mainland since a road route was not suited for heavy cargo. We still worked as a pirate and raided a big galleon or frigates, we got no more connection with the landlords, and I think I will stop writing this journal.

'Gee, I get something, but almost nothing.'

Lance disappointed in his findings until he found an almost broken page and read it. It was a hastily written journal, but still readable to some extent.

[21/12/1390]

What kind of thing attacking us, Demon was angry at our raid today. A flintlock pistol that shoots faster than a puckle gun and dark sea creatures that suddenly breath cannonball from its mouth. Shit, if I make it, tell me ok?

'You don't make it. Rest in hell now you bastard.'

Lance closed the book and put it on the table near the bunk bed. He felt extremely disappointed about the lack of intel and the lack of information about his assassin. He laid at the bed until an announcement came up.

”Attention all personnel, we will reach the mainland shortly.”