These past few months have been much more productive than I could have possibly imagined. It is amazing how many people deserve death, if not worse. And each time I get rid of a target, it turns out another, bigger one was hiding behind it. Kill a slaver, only to find out the slavemaster he was working for. Kill the slavemaster, and the thread leads to the prosperous merchant, who curiously "rotates" his workforce much too often. 

   Finally, after a long absence, I have returned in Pelargir. This marvelous city, this giant slum, never ceases to amaze me. Nothing stays the same for long here, yet nothing ever seems to change. New taverns erupt on top of the old ones, but the filth and the misery still remain. New guards and guard captains appear, yet corruption and abuse of power are still everyday sightings. Honourless crooks, corrupted tax collectors, the unconcerned nobility, desperate peasants...

   It is over. I have yearned for this moment for three long years, and now, it is finally over. The man, the beast, he who was once known as the Black Tide draws breath no more. Struck down by my own hands, a deserving revenge, lavishly extracted... A revenge that tasted sweeter than the sweetest wine.