[the writing is messier than usual and seems to take some effort. Someone is not completely well, after all]
Hain't sure what happened. Hain't even sure where I be. I'll strangle meself a Meep wherever he's hied off ta. Can't do this by meself. Me head is feelin' like as ta split open from the own weight o' it.
But don't worry. Th' old Dog hain't dead yet. Though like as not things'll come to that sooner or later given how things hae been goin' lately.
Weather be wet 'n' windy, Tartle be in th' Sou' East for about two weeks if ye be wantin' it. Couple'o days back heard about a typhoon that pummeled Yuezhong and lifted'n entire calligraphy shop right in' th' air so be expectin' th' occasional rain' o' ink pots, brushes, paper'n th' lot. Though if ye see a buildin' comin' screamin' out o' th' sky at ye... best lean hard ta port or kiss yer bum goo'bye. heh.
Most importantly, relevant ta ye lot, Joscham "Crooked" Morten and Maddie the Butcher hae teamed up wi' th' goal o' taken all th' shards Jones didn't take wi' him. Navy's as well as yers, but rumor is they be comin' after yers first. They got a strong fleet wi' 'em and are fulla competent sailors, fighters, and some mad as hell giants 're two floatin' among 'em. Ta gie ye some idea they've already taken out th' Navy Base at Carter's Point and 'bout emptied the prison there. More blackguards than ye ever set eyes on ta join their crew most like or otherwise scatterin' the seas.
Keep an eye out. Don't let down yer guard. Hain't so sure Jones'd be pleased ta see ye.
That be all from me. I'll answer one question as per usual so make it good. Th' sooner I get back in me cozy, th' sooner I can stop feelin' like I've been keelhauled by a sandshark.
Hain't sure what happened. Hain't even sure where I be. I'll strangle meself a Meep wherever he's hied off ta. Can't do this by meself. Me head is feelin' like as ta split open from the own weight o' it.
But don't worry. Th' old Dog hain't dead yet. Though like as not things'll come to that sooner or later given how things hae been goin' lately.
Weather be wet 'n' windy, Tartle be in th' Sou' East for about two weeks if ye be wantin' it. Couple'o days back heard about a typhoon that pummeled Yuezhong and lifted'n entire calligraphy shop right in' th' air so be expectin' th' occasional rain' o' ink pots, brushes, paper'n th' lot. Though if ye see a buildin' comin' screamin' out o' th' sky at ye... best lean hard ta port or kiss yer bum goo'bye. heh.
Most importantly, relevant ta ye lot, Joscham "Crooked" Morten and Maddie the Butcher hae teamed up wi' th' goal o' taken all th' shards Jones didn't take wi' him. Navy's as well as yers, but rumor is they be comin' after yers first. They got a strong fleet wi' 'em and are fulla competent sailors, fighters, and some mad as hell giants 're two floatin' among 'em. Ta gie ye some idea they've already taken out th' Navy Base at Carter's Point and 'bout emptied the prison there. More blackguards than ye ever set eyes on ta join their crew most like or otherwise scatterin' the seas.
Keep an eye out. Don't let down yer guard. Hain't so sure Jones'd be pleased ta see ye.
That be all from me. I'll answer one question as per usual so make it good. Th' sooner I get back in me cozy, th' sooner I can stop feelin' like I've been keelhauled by a sandshark.
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