Book 4: Chapter 10: A Weak Rock
Dear diary, it’s nice to finally start writing again after so long. I had to shelve you (sorry) at the request of my lawyer, back during all that nonsense with Harmsson and his little Graveyard Rebellion.
Since then a lot has changed! I’m a Lord now, a high muckity muck of the nth degree, and best buds with not one, but two Dukes! Which means nobody’s coming after my diary anymore, no siree! Until they do, since apparently, high muckity muck is back on the menu these days.
Just ask the Blackbeards.
What else has changed…
I’m a Specialised Bartender now, of a sort. A God’s bartender in fact! I have the special job of telling Barck himself the texture of his bar. Is his bar tender? I don’t know yet, but I’ll take a munch and report in a week!
And speaking of a week, I have a busy one, and an important one, which is why I’ve decided to write it down here. I want to have it all recorded in case, well, things don’t go according to plan. My Ability unlocks in seven days, and may bring wrath and ruin to the world.
So, wish me luck, diary! Peter Roughtuff, over and out!
17th day of the 1st Month, 8001: Monday – Imagine Dragons
Day 1.