"Let me get this straight," said the pirate, with a little contempt in his raspy voice. "You sit on your arse instead of exercising, and make a record that anyone can see if your whereabouts, curiosities and motives?"
A map to a man. Without decryption or need for memorized key. Proof of a man's actions and thoughts, which in the pirate's case eighty-percent of the time meant proof he'd committed some crime or another. Theft, public drunkenness, murder to name a few illegal activities people expected of a bloke like Killian, but were currently only rumour. He flew under the radar, so to speak, a dark sail on a dark night the success to his endevors.