The year was 1618, and I find myself to be lost. Not in the sense that I didn’t know where I was but, lost in the sense that I was unsure about my direction in life. I had ordered my men to attack a Spanish outpost before we were overrun. My decision cost me my son, “Wat”. And it violated the terms of my pardon, and the peace treaty with Spain.

Now I sit in my tent, staring off into the vast nothingness of my life, mindlessly playing with the striker arm of a wheel-lock pistol. Finding solace with the clicking sound it makes.

The feeling is short lived, as I Hear heavy boots approaching. I don’t even bother to look to see who it is. I already knew. “So,” Captain Harrison sighs heavily, putting his hands on his hips. “When we going home, Sir?”

I glance at you, looking just as lost as I was. “When I say.” I order, knowing that neither of us were ready to face the consequences of our actions here.

Harrison takes in my solemn expression, then looks to the pistol in my hands. “That’s a nice-looking weapon.” He hesitantly takes it from me. Obviously worried what I might do if left alone with it for too long.

“It was my son’s.” Saying that, reminded me how his pistol came into my possession. He didn’t give it to me. I took it from his cold dead hand.

“Ah.” Harrison raises his brow in realization. “Do we wanna get home before the Spaniards get to the King, tell him what we’ve done?”

“The Spanish can say what they want.” I tell him simply, because right now? I just didn’t care about anything anymore.

“How much is it worth,” Harrison’s agitation is evident through his time, as he begins to threaten me. “To a man of my loyalty to not tell them what you fuckin’ did here, hm?”

Taking a deep breath, I give Harrison a faint smile. He was bold for trying to blackmail me but, he was rather stupid in doing so. My knife clinks as soon as I unsheathe it, and stab him in his heart. He screams for a moment, before turning into a guttural sound. Quickly, I remove my knife, and drive it through his throat.