This journal is of exceptional quality. The cover is soft black leather and the name 'MacKullen' is written in gold leaf upon it. The following entry is written in fine, flowing script:
We are sitting in a cave, using the beds of men we killed only hours before. Writing it out like that, in black and white, it seems rather callus. I have no doubt, however, that they would have seen me to my grave were they able. Through the grace of the gods, and the skill of my companions, however, I am still here.
Looking around, I can't help but think of the contrast between this cave and the home I grew up in. Mother and Father would be appalled, I am quite sure. I don't think they have ever done anything so base as sleep on the ground. For all their worldly goods, it is a shame how un-worldly they really are. I don't care how rough I have to live, I will not be like Father...
At least Becca understood why I had to go, why I have to do this. Oh Becca, sweet Becca. If ever a woman could tempt a man in to living a life he hates simply so he could make her happy, Becca could. She refused to let me take her back to my family, to give her the life of luxury she deserves. And she has endeared herself to me all the more for it. One day, when I've done whatever it is I need to do, when I have satisfied this restless nature of my heart, I will come back to you, dear Becca. I promised you so the day I left, and I promise you so again every day that I am gone.
There is a sketch here of a beautiful woman wrapped in a sheet. She is curled up, with her arms folded on her knees and her chin resting upon her hands. A smile plays upon her lips as she looks out through her tousled hair.
The others are beginning to wake, so it is time to put this away and put back on the Seamus they know...