Sparrow was giddy with everything that had happened that day. She had defeated Lucien, revived her dog, and soon she would get Rose back. Everything was better than it had ever been before.
She arrived at the docks, still elated beyond reason. As she stepped onto the worn down planks, a man approached her.
"Are you Sparrow?" he asked.
"In fact I am, my good man. What can I do you for?" Sparrow replied with an almost frighteningly huge smile.
"Uh… I have this letter…"
The man pulled a folded piece of paper from his bag, and gingerly handed it to the still beaming woman. Then, more than a little scared, he scurried away as quickly as possible.
Sparrow took the letter and unfolded it, peering at the childish scrawl slanting diagonally on the paper. She recognized the handwriting and her grin grew so big it was threatening to devour her face. She read the letter through quickly.
"…What. The. FUCK?"
The next few minutes were quite terrifying to behold, and the story of "the frightening goddess with the power to destroy a thousand ships and their lofty cargo with one swing of her mighty sword" would be written down in bard song lyrics for centuries to come.