"A message from over seas, Lady Beckett," A nameless servant bowed quickly before handing the parcel to Lady Beckett. She nodded and dismissed him from the room.
My dearest cousin,
'Oh great… what does Becky want now?' She thought pessimistically
Port Royal has been difficult, lately. We've had far too many raids from pirates and thieves. Otherwise, it hasn't been too bad. I just met with Governor Swann and he said something about organizing an ambush on a major pirate port: Tortuga. Whether or not this takes effect, it's a wonderful idea and a step in the right direction. It's about time…
The letter continued on like this for far too long. Beckett briefly touched on the weather and conditions of Port Royal, Jamaica but went off onto a written rant of pirates.
Shannon was extremely bored. Then, an idea hit her. Hard.
"Ow!" She whimpered, rubbing the sore spot on her head. The servant apologized repeatedly for letting the tea pot slip from the tray. Shannon forgave him and went back to her thoughts.
'I should visit Becky this summer. Port Royal sounds lovely,' she thought.
"Mister Nair," Shannon called out, "Plan a voyage for me. I wish to visit my cousin Lord Beckett in Port Royal, Jamaica. See that everything is arranged by the end of the month,"
"But Miss, the end of the month is in two days-"
"Don't contradict me, woman!" She yelled. Mr. Nair's eyebrows shot straight up.
"I'm a man…"
"Only because you have a penis. Now leave!" Shannon dismissed him with a flick of the wrist. Mr. Nair left, very confused and slightly pissed off. "Eeeeeexcellent..." She hissed while twiddling her fingers in a pyramid style. Shannon then laughed at herself after a moment. "Becky is so lucky to have a cousin like me,"