Memories of a Ghost

…I'll pray that no one disturbs your rest, my friend. I admit, I was fond of your ugly mug—but I have no desire to see it again. Moving on without you will be hard. Especially if the dead don't stop hounding us. We'll press on with the expedition. If Columbus is right and the local priestess can help against Jones, I'll find her even if I have to dig her out of hell. Your death will not be in vain.

Jaime… Jaime… I pulled you out of a pit of debt and made you my first mate. And you repaid me by conspiring with the enemy—betraying the Order, betraying the faith. Whatever Jones promised you, it was a lie. Your “eternal life” didn't last long. Today I laid you in the grave. Tomorrow I'll send Jones to Hell. It's been waiting for him.

…The dead are attacking more often now, as if Jones senses we've found a weapon against his army. Forgive me for not covering your back, Guillermo. Without you, we would never have reached the priestess. She gave us medallions, but warned that they work only once. Do you think that will be enough to stop the dead? We're heading back to the ship. Tomorrow we sail to rendezvous with Columbus near the Turtle Island. Still, I can't shake the feeling that something is about to go wrong…

…The priestess's medallion worked, but there are too many of them. We won't hold out for long. I believe the Order will find a way. Jones's days on the seas are numbered. Columbus will come up with something—he always does.