-to my dear friend Irene Black Thorn
Arr! me matey. what are ye doin this fine night? I say we set sail and
never return? what say ye? I don't savvy me mum's ruling of being
grounded. Som'ting bout me not following the code. So 'ave ye seen Jack
lately? Hope he hasn't been marooned again, poor guy can't stay out ta
trouble. Scarlet stopped by, she said she saw 'im walking in Tortuga with
another wench on hand. I don't believe a single word bout his little
adventure. Lies. Business is slow tonight. Bes be turning in and getting
some shut eye. please write me back soon, tell me if ye savvy me mum's
ruling, aye?
-Emily Dove
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to my dear friend, Emily Dove.
Aye lovely, the code gets people down a lot more than many are so saying and you may lay to that! As for Jack, he be getting himself in a wee bit more trouble than so said of bargaining. Ye may lay to that as well.
As more setting sail? Oh AYE, would I were to set sail and ne'er return. Look for buried treasure get into trouble, oh aye, that would be the life. Sail into the horizon and never come back.
Business here is as slow as well. Not much in the ways of orders going around. All this bloody nonsense about wanting peace and quiet. Bloody bunch of lies is all, its the deep breath before the plunge I say and you may lay to that you can indeed. Their all on edge, wars coming, I can smell it in the wind. I got a letter inviting me to move my Smithy shop down to Port Royal 'For my convenience' they say, well buggar it to that, they just don't want to pay shipping fees. But I think I will take them up on their offer, tell me what you think I ought do? They so said I've two years to decide. I might just run before they get their fat heads out of their arses and hang me because I know more than I really should.
Ah, well, night's crept up on me and I too need my sleep.
May the wind be at your back, my friend.
Irene BlackThorn
Arr! me matey. what are ye doin this fine night? I say we set sail and
never return? what say ye? I don't savvy me mum's ruling of being
grounded. Som'ting bout me not following the code. So 'ave ye seen Jack
lately? Hope he hasn't been marooned again, poor guy can't stay out ta
trouble. Scarlet stopped by, she said she saw 'im walking in Tortuga with
another wench on hand. I don't believe a single word bout his little
adventure. Lies. Business is slow tonight. Bes be turning in and getting
some shut eye. please write me back soon, tell me if ye savvy me mum's
ruling, aye?
-Emily Dove
*
to my dear friend, Emily Dove.
Aye lovely, the code gets people down a lot more than many are so saying and you may lay to that! As for Jack, he be getting himself in a wee bit more trouble than so said of bargaining. Ye may lay to that as well.
As more setting sail? Oh AYE, would I were to set sail and ne'er return. Look for buried treasure get into trouble, oh aye, that would be the life. Sail into the horizon and never come back.
Business here is as slow as well. Not much in the ways of orders going around. All this bloody nonsense about wanting peace and quiet. Bloody bunch of lies is all, its the deep breath before the plunge I say and you may lay to that you can indeed. Their all on edge, wars coming, I can smell it in the wind. I got a letter inviting me to move my Smithy shop down to Port Royal 'For my convenience' they say, well buggar it to that, they just don't want to pay shipping fees. But I think I will take them up on their offer, tell me what you think I ought do? They so said I've two years to decide. I might just run before they get their fat heads out of their arses and hang me because I know more than I really should.
Ah, well, night's crept up on me and I too need my sleep.
May the wind be at your back, my friend.
Irene BlackThorn