Written the 17th of July
Year 1723
37 High Lane,
Tortuga Port

Dear Lizzie,

This letter might come a bit out of the blue, but Ana has insisted that I write you, seeing as you aren't here at this current time. Don't know why, we could just tell you when you come back but... guess its best not to argue with her.

Remember that she as pregnant? Well, the baby was born. A boy. A healthy baby boy, middling-sized according to the midwife. I have no clue how you'd tell the difference between one healthy baby and a sick one. He sure looked unhealthy when he was first born (which was about an hour ago). All tiny, and red, and wrinkly, and even slimy... nasty. Maybe its got to do with their lungs. Because Abel can scream like a demon. That's what she named him, oh no, sorry Abe, not Abel. But she's calling him Abey. (Said like apey, except with a b instead of a p.)

A baby. Of all things... he's alright I suppose, a pirate baby and all that... guess I better remind me you now,

DON'T NAME ANY MINI-WHELPS AFTER ME!

Ana threatened to name him after me. The midwife had to kick me out of the room.

An' don't tell her (or anyone, except Will I suppose) but the baby shares my birthday. Horrible, isn't it?

Signed,
CJS