Entry 5
They craziest thing happened today. I was manning the tavern and gambling with some customers when explosion started to ring out in the town. It was mass pandemonium, but luckily we had had a town safety meeting a couple days earlier so everyone knew what needed to be done.
The emergency plan for all emergency was to meet in front my tavern. Everyone remembered and did as planned. The civilians all were directed to the tavern's basement, and then they where instructed on what to do in case the tavern was compromised. Luckily that never happened.
It was a little touch and go there for a little bit, but everything turned out okay. Many buildings were seriously damaged by the cannon bombardment. The tavern remained untouched luckily. The citizens remained okay through the whole thing. I on the other hand got a cutlass thrown at my face, but luckily I ducted out he way fast enough for it to just cut my cheek.
Luckily we had a doctor of sorts who used a sharp piece of iron and some thread to sow the wound up. He said it shouldn't scar luckily, but let me record how the full story unfolded. I had stacked the bar stools against the door to further protect me and the citizens from the battle King Hiebe was waging outside, but my inquisitive mind would not allow me to remain inside the tavern. I looked outside and saw the barricade that Hiebe and the miltia had made in front of the tavern. I saw the person connected to a voice I had not heard before. He was wearing dark clothes with a leather hat that was shaped like a roof of a human house. He had a scull embroidered into his dark jack also. He smelt like a 100 year old zombie.
Anyways back to the story of my cut. Hiebe and a group of militia men had him surrounded. They were in a stand off of sorts when it happened in the blink of an eye. He chucked his sword at my head. I ducted to my right and the cutlass glanced my cheek, and embedded itself in the tavern door behind me. I ducted into the doors, stacked the bar stools back against the door, and rushed in the basement to tend to my wounds leaving Hiebe and the able militia to the smelly man.
When I came back, I rounded up the citizens and we remained safely in basement until King Hiebe came and told us that it was safe to come out and that the battle was over and the evil men had retreated to their black sailed ship. The cannon explosion made me think of ways to better defend our secluded island from future attacks. My investigation and invention drive shall be put to more use until I come with valuable ideas.