Yet another letter, in response to another
response.
James;
Your Brandy would have been More Helpful. Of course Aye bloody couldn't Do Anything, I Tried and I Could Not I Failed, Thank You Very Much.
Where is this Gibraltar? Not Here, Obviously, and Meditteranean, Obviously, But Still. Tell the Spanish To Go Suck Eggs, and the French and Whomever Else Likewise.
There are Great Huge Triangles here, and also a Huge Statue Thing that is Huge in ways Undescribable. Also, there is Good Market for traders and Mercheants and People With Ships, of which I am One. To Pass Time, I have Signed with some Fruit Company, and the Crew and Aye ferry Fruit along the coast and also Take Out Likely Ships as we are Pirates and it is Our Duty.
Union Jack Ate one said fruit, and Became Quite Ill. Maybe this shall Teach Him better than to Consume Everything In Sight. Perhaps not, as he is Nibbling the Compass Can I Kill Him Now?
To Remind You, Aye Shall Not be Coming After You in case of Emergency, Death, or Injury. Really. I Mean It. The Beaver Cat is Your Fault. Also, there is No Rum here! Only Wine and Beer, both very Foul being and Not Strong Enough.
Warm but sober,
Jack Sparrow