Another letter, shakily written, and long overdue in response to
other letters.
Jack-
I'm fine. Though by the time this reaches you, accounts will not doubt have cleared up. We won. It was fifteen to twenty-seven, but we won. I'm afraid I sustained an injury to my dominant arm, so Forgive me my unintelligible Writing. Do not fret; it will heal, and the arm I will keep.
I can say with certainty it was a great success, in no doubt due somewhat to the now Rear-Admiral Nelson.
I have heard of your Sphinx, so I have now an idea where you are; and, Missing you as I do, I hope this finds you well. I am glad to hear you have not been Hang'd, as I claimed that honor long ago, and certainly shan't allow Anyone to Actually hang you.
I am afraid my Last Letter was rather Curt; forgive me. You sound Unhappy, and I wish I could in some way Remedy that. If my channels are as Secure as I hope, you shall be recieving a Present with this letter.
Tell Union Jack I love him very much, and I can see disputing my Motherhood of Him will simply be Abused by you.
I miss you Horribly.
Yours,
Jamie