Dear Jack,
It is strange that I am writing to you with morbid news for you must agree that the news I usually come with is such of a light hearted nature or a pleasant banter which I'm afraid, today, will have to be delayed. I do not wish to alarm you, nor do I want you to think this is a trap or some sort of ploy but I mean to warn you for times of a, if I use this delicately, sinister nature lie ahead.
I launch into this immediately for you know, Jack, I am not one to hold back.
A man called Jenkins (a common name so it is not wise to enquire people of this name) is looking for you. He is not a well known man in the larger scale of things, but he is known in Cuba where he made his name with a small business that bodes very well in poorer parts of the island (I will not venture into details). His first name is Silas and he has earned the nickname 'Silence' from many which is applicable and I will explain why later.
He wants the Pearl, and I will be blunt, he wants you dead. He has two motives: one is that he does want your ship and the other I will explain in detail.
About five months ago you wrote me and mentioned in passing that in that particular week you had looted a merchant ship south of Mauritius (I cannot remember the name but I think it is essential that you do). You seemed under the impression that this was a Spanish merchant ship, flying under the British flag and you made a joke about the inappropriate nature of this and it seems that you were right: this ship was neither Spanish not British. Jack, this was Jenkins' ship. I know you are not of the killing kind, but on this occasion you mentioned it was necessary to use force. I do not hold this against you, but Silence does for you not only took cargo that was of great importance to him but among the dead was his cousin whose name I know not.
I know, Jack, you will take this lightly but he has a following, is a reputed villain and is wanted for more offences than you (which are a fair number judging from your repertoire). I will say now, the reason he is called Silence is because the never speaks but his actions speak volumes.
Please Jack, be wary for I do not want to stumble across my ship with you not at the helm. If someone has to guard the Pearl, better you than a bastard like Jenkins. I am sorry this is brief but I do not like to dwell on the worse things in life.
Cora
Jack put down the parchment and stared out of the porthole that lay in line with his eyes. A number of things puzzled him. Firstly, the situation did not seem dire, nothing out of the ordinary, so why should she, someone who wouldn't care if Jack was left cold, be bothered by this man, Silas Jenkins? Secondly, the letter was too well written for her and thirdly curiosity burned inside him with the unanswered questions: what was on that ship? What was Silas' trade? And why the anger over the death of a cousin?
Jack pondered over the letter, its sender and the topic for half of an hour more. He drank what at the present moment was more comforting than the authors touch, a glass of rum. Nice penmanship, Jack thought, but very bad news.