Written Private to the Spade Pirates

[thatched]

Greetings,

My name is Thatch and I will be your part-time cook, full-time master swordsman, and all around gentleman rogue. From what I've heard tell, I've had more sailing experience than most of you have fingers, that's all right. We'll teach each other, aye?

I'm going to be going to the ship soon enough and clearing out a space for my berth. Preferably the room with the highest ceilings. Before that, I'll be looking to restock the kitchen. If anyone has any preferences for food, let me know now. Also I've heard tell that one of you takes blood. Talk to me, matey. We need to have a face to face.


-Thatch

Comments

[lonelygod]

Well, we won't be stuck in doldrums to begin with. I've just about got a motor working.

Copper, if you can find it, would be a big help by the way.

[thatched]

Engine, is it?

[inventor indeed]

How much copper are you looking for?

[lonelygod]

Indeed.

And as much as you can get me.

[thatched]

You've got it. What does this engine run on, by the by?

[lonelygod]

Water, salt or otherwise.

[thatched]

Is that so? So it works like a mill? [he can't imagine there would be too much power in that but] What's the top speed?

[lonelygod]

Yes, exactly. And about one nautical mile an hour. Nothing fast, but enough to move the ship through doldrums.

[thatched]

Excellent. I appreciate the help, Doctor and I can't wait to see your engine in action.