A Warning Letter and the Most Awesome Thing I Have Ever Seen (Besides JackDav's smile)
Dear Father,
I would say that I hope this letter reaches you to find you well but we both know that would be a lie- I still want the Pearl as much as ever and can’t bring myself to take her from you. Henry, however, the unambitious sea rat, does wish you continued good health and good luck to your enemies’ enemies.
Since we left without creating a stir (yes, it is possible for us to do so, I know you think it not, but it is) I doubt word has reached you yet of our sudden absence from our usual grounds. The North Sea has gotten a bit too chilly for our liking, and other, warmer climes hold some interest. So thus it is that Henry and I come to be sailing down to the Caribbean seas, with a nervy little lubber aboard to help us.
Help us with what you ask? Why, with finding that treasure that Henry and I found the notes and map about in the Russian Tzars private chambers. I shan’t tell you anymore than that, you wicked old pirate, but I can say Father Dear that Henry and I will shortly be very rich men.
Hopefully, it all goes well, in any case. You see, there is that somewhat frustrating problem of a rumoured curse or spell on the treasure (no, fear not, we have heeded your warnings of the Isla da Muerta and shan’t get ourselves killed or undead). That, combined with the fact that I am now enclosing FOR YOUR EARS ONLY.
Said fact is that Henry and I are not doing this completely for ourselves. It is rather shameful, but I feel you need to know, if only to keep the Sparrow name free of the taint of legibility. The Danes are to blame, the Danes and the Swedes. The Danes, the Swedes, and woman to whom Henry and I owe a favour, are all at fault. It is quite complicated and I do not want the wrong information wrongly interpreted or falling into wrong hands- even our helpful guest (an English bloke) doesn’t know the entire story though in his own naïve, virtuous way has agreed to help us. I only hope we do not ruin him too mcuh, as he is quite a decent fellow and did appear to enjoy doing what he did.
Your Son,
Morgan Sparrow, Captain of the Lady Fair
Henry would have written, likely, save for the fact that he isn’t the best writer. Morgan has far better grammar, spelling, and spacing. Or so my excuse goes. ^^ The letter was not dated, but it is believed (by studying Morgan Sparrow’s journal) that it was written about a month after his viewable entry.
And now, the Most Awesome Thing I Have Ever Seen Besides JackDav's Smile... I present, the ULTIMATE CRISPER.
Ran down to the cornerstore to grab a bag of Crispers (All Dressed) to have with my lunch, let Mother have a few, than I pulled out this. It now sits in a place of honour on my desk. I shall never eat it. (Wouldn't it be perfect for an icon that reads 'Crisper Nation'?) Anywho... my fingers still smell like Crispers... yum. ^^