Calistril 23rd, 4712 [Day 21]
There is no other way out. My uncle, may he rest in peace, should never have spared my life. Bugs, ghouls, and squid-goblins, this island has put me through more hardship than I know how to articulate. I have exhausted my supply of insect repellant and the flies grow bolder as if they can sense its waning effectivity. I fear the holy water will not hold Abn Nier and his ghoulish servants much longer. The food has spoiled and I cannot venture forth to the fields to gather more. I am a prisoner in my own wooden castle on the edge of the world.
As I sit here writing what might…nay what WILL be my last entry I pause to consider what course steered me here to such an ignomious fate. I hold Sarenrae’s light in my heart but I fear even her rays might not reach me on this forgotten flyspeck.
I am so stupid! Why did I have to stowaway on my uncle’s ship? At least I’m safe from Vinneau’s eyes on this forgotten bit of land at the edge of the world. If only I had turned down Vinneau’s offer of freedom and stayed in the Chelish Navy! Who cares if I had been the pawn to an endless cycle of corruption and bloodshed? I would have been safe…safe to live out my craven existence as the lowest of lifeforms…
NO! I am certain mine was the right choice! I am sure of this fact…as sure as the fact that I will end it here tonight. Before Sarenrae’s radiance makes me doubt my course. I have the noose ready. I used a chain this time…I do not want any mishaps like last time. It is with these final thoughts I write my farewell…I will see you again Angela…in the next life…