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Dear Captain Moira Trelian and the crew of Danu’s Kin,
I hope that you are doing well. Attached with this note are seven barrels of rum. I am sure you are curious as to the reason that I would suddenly send you barrels of rum - the reason is quite simple and benign. We were trailing behind your ship as usual, whereupon we noticed a row of open windows. Upon a thorough inspection of the windows, we noticed five barrels of rum that seemed to not be in use. As we were running low on rum ourselves, we took the liberty of temporarily borrowing the rum, with the expectation of repayment at a later date. I deeply apologize for not returning the barrels earlier - unfortunately, because of pressing business with some unruly ships (a certain Ghost tells me to send his regards), I was forced to have the barrels returned later than originally planned. As compensation, I have decided to send two extra barrels of rum, along with the original five. Please enjoy - the rum is one of the finest we make here in our distillery, using real sugarcane stolen from English merchant ships. My crew have also shown a liking to the rum, as it is quite strong. As I understand it, you are quite the connoisseur of alcohol, so I hope that the taste and strength is to your liking. Again, I apologize for any inconveniences this minor transgression may have caused, although with a well-run ship such as yours, I highly doubt that that is the case. I am looking forward to seeing you again very soon. Please send my well-wishes to Zoe, Hunkle, and the rest of Danu’s Kin.
Yours truly,
Princess Andy
Princess Andy shivered slightly, running his fingers through his bloody hair, and reached for his black cloak. I’ll have to remind someone to fix the draft in this blasted cave , he thought absentmindedly. Oh well, after this task. Princess Andy scanned over the note and frowned. Picking up his pen, he scribbled in a short addendum at the bottom of the page.
P.S. I recommend improving the standard greeting among crewmates - handshakes are unsanitary, especially where blood is concerned.
Satisfied, he quickly rolled up the note and placed it into a glass vial. Reaching into his coat-pocket, he added two shark teeth into the container and corked it tightly.
“We got the barrels, boss!” A voice chirruped from behind the seated man. “All seven of them! Seven barrels of rum in large redwood barrels for Danu’s Kin, just as you asked. We’re sealing them closed right now, we just have a couple left.”
Princess Andy nodded. “Thank you, Pistris [1] .” He stretched out his arm, vial in hand. “If you could, do you mind placing this note within one of the barrels? We do not want any miscommunication to occur, after all. We take debt repayment very seriously.” He smiled.
Pistris nodded enthusiastically, long curly hair bouncing and sharktooth crown jingling. “Will do, boss!” He moved towards the door, but faltered. Princess Andy raised an eyebrow.
“Erm, boss? How are we going to get the barrels over to Danu’s Kin?” Princess’s Andy’s smile diminished by a fraction. Please don’t kill me , Pistris thought desperately. “They’re currently on a moving ship hundreds of miles away, and we’re on an island.” He grinned nervously, hoping not to offend. “We’d have to break the laws of physics to send it to them, or something.” He hoped, fearfully, that his limbs would not be fed to Shark.
“Oh,” chuckled Princess Andy, voice sweet and ominous. “Well in that case, I guess I have to deliver the barrels myself.”