I wake to another panic attack. Not unusual but it never gets any easier. Something about this cabin just hasn’t felt right since I’ve been here. My wife used to love this place. Since Lilly’s passing, no where feels quite like home anymore. This feels like the empty shell of what used to be my life.
I shuffle to my feet into my house shoes, grab my phone from the nightstand, and pull the cord t...
With only a handful of shillings left in my pocket, I take a stroll. What have I left to lose?
The sound of freshly shoed horses echos through the alleyways. I make my way to the pub downtown. I might as well pick up an ale with the last of my earnings. I enter the pub from a door in the back. Years of piracy lead to a keen sense remaining in the shadows. I make my way through the back of the bre...
