2 June, 1712
My dear Commodore.
As it might have been drawn to your lugubrious attention
back on the docks the other night, I managed to finagle that which we already spoke about managing. This would seem to be the second time within a week, wouldn't it, that you have determined to clap me in irons and missed the mark, as they say, eh? If you plan on continuing this pursuit 'cross the high seas, you'd best be warming up to this feeling.
And in case I failed to say it in our past dealings, that was a day you shall always remember as the day you almost caught [words blotted out by rum having been spilled].
Bugger.
Freely yours,
Capt. J. S.