March 30th, 1676
On a whim I have decided to put my escapades to ink. Unfortunately, due to the circumstances, I write it with my left hand, lest my normal writing be recognized, and I shall not use my own name. These are just minor precautions and, indeed, done more to promote my own interest in this journal. Because should someone come across this work, they could easily piece together the author, especially if it was found in my possession.
But what fun is anything without risk? Without a gamble? Thus I write on, disdainfully ignoring the dangers of doing so. Should anyone put two and two together, and find four, they will also find another two. The barrels of my two pistols, that is.
London is so fun. Much more exciting than Stamford. It is only my third day in the city, and already so much has happened. I have met countless beautiful and rich women, and some that are both! Plus I have begun some plans that should catapult me to riches, power and fame. All will fear and respect me. There is no time to waste!
-The Black Wolf