Miss Ellender,
did you know I can hear the seagulls? It seems a river is nearby. Strange, ain't it?
The daily torture is nothing compared to their mocking singing. Maybe in the past I was a bad man and I have now to atone for my sins. I wish I understood God.
I know your answer right away...
"It is not God, Mr. Kenway, but humans".
I wish I could hear your voice, only the memory is not enough. I am sorry I never will be able to fund you. Or our child.
And do not come to the execution.
They will murder you too, the moment they recognize you.
I hope they will hang me soon.
The Lord bless you and keep you
Haytham Kenway
Miss Ellender,
I got a party in my cell. We are now five men and have not gotten anything to eat for four days.
I guess the execution will soon follow. Or so I hope. One of the men told me November is almost over by now. At Christmas there are no executions. It snowed and we have something to drink. I like the men. They are thieves and not too concerned about death. Sometimes, they even make jokes and tell me about their lovers. I told them I will have a child and in the evening we were even discussing a name. I realised all of them are Scottish and it reminds me of you. They have the same accent as you do. They also sing and recite rough poems.
What do you think of the names: Edward, John or Simon?
I can hear the guards. Maybe we get something to eat. Or we are brought to the execution.
I do not know for what I shall pray.
God you are praised in the stillness of Zion.
Haytham Kenway
Miss Ellender,
something strange happened. I do not know how to explain. A daftly rumour spreads through the thick walls of our prison. It seems more and more attacks happen. Attack on the prison. Is Master Burch coming to free us? I know I am not allowed to get too excited because every day they hang men, but do not have enough time to hang us all at once.
I hope I get accused for murder or something like that, not for treason. Maybe I am lucky and they execute me as a high born. I asked a guard and he told me provided that enough money you could get my body as a whole and bury me. You will give birth soon, right? It should be on Christmas.
I am tired. I imagine you and me in the church as our old minister delivers a sermon. I hear the songs, I hear your voice.
Lamb of God, you take away the sin of the world, grant us peace.
Haytham Kenway