I’ve been ‘evicted’ from the tavern, but things are looking up. I’ve conned a shipbuilder into starting work on my new vessel. Joke’s on him; my credit’s shot! Sadly, however, he works very slowly, and after two months still insists that the design is not yet complete. I ought to pay him a visit; perchance he may grant me the use of his shower whilst I’m in the area. I’ve been forced to sleep under a fruit stall the past few nights, and I veritably reek of peaches.

Saw one of my crew to-day. He didn’t recognize me without my old uniform.

I miss the sea. Yesterday I accidentally dunked my head in a horse trough, and then I was too depressed to pull it back out again. A constable was kind enough to kick me.

I find myself crying a lot at night. More often than the old days, I mean.