The Fifth Volume of the Journal of Mathieu Kenway

July 15th 1748
All seems quiet since Raolo and I met the other night with other members of the council. No one is communicating and I feel a strangeness in the air. Our plan may fail dramatically, and I fear that those of us involved will finally meet our end. My end draws near and for once, I'm actually ready ahead of time. As for my friends, I'm not too certain of their preparedness for their ends. We've all been in the business for a long time, some longer than others. Raolo just have some unfinished business left to do, and then we may recede into legend. Peace is coming, and I will be able to rest for good when it does.