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It has been 12 long months since I took to the sea, my vessel nestled in the bosom of the Atlantic like a fragile child in an angry mother's arms. We resupplied in Cape Verde in preparation for the long, treacherous trek around Cape Horn, and hope to reach India by month's end. It is there we shall procure the spices you've requested. From there, I will take to the land and follow the Silk Road through the Orient, where I will board my next vessel - a whaling ship known as The Foggy Bottom, captained by a mysterious man known only as "Kosem" - in Hong Kong. I am excited, but know there is much hardship ahead, but the thought of seeing the both of you at the end of my voyage gives me hope.
As I write this, I hear heavy footfalls on the deck above me and much shouting. Was that the sound of musket fire? Dear Lord, I fear our ship may have been boarded by pirates. Oh the screams. THE SCREAMS. If I do not survive this, please know.....
My pigeon brought me your letter this morning. Your words have graced my day. I hope this letter also finds you well.
Best regards,
Eoka Warrior
i hope this letter finds you well.
thank you very cool!
with best regards,
madroce