Thanking Samuel
[Unspecified date, 1837]
The rat bastards. They've planned to poison me, thank the Outsider Samuel had halved the dose without them knowing. I've returned to the Hound Pits Pub for now, I've hidden in my old room. The guards that had been planted here are all asleep. The Whalers' sleep darts work like a charm.
Speaking of, I've exiled their leader, Daud. Quite the fight he put up, I had to down nearly half my vials of Sokolov's Elixir. And even now, I'm still in pain. But he's much worse off than I am now, I presume. But we won't be having much trouble from him for a long while.
I'll send Samuel a thank you for his help. He's been more loyal to the crown than any of the others, and he's going to take me to Emily at Burrows' lighthouse. Hopefully the pages of this old journal don't get soppy and fall apart on the way there. Perhaps Mr. Beechworth will remember me.
