How’ve ye brats been? Enjoyin’ yerselves? As well ye should be. Spring is th’ best time ‘o th’ year an’ parties an’ balls are happenin’ just about everywhere ye can think ta go. The Masque Ball on Corsair Kingdom is a fav’rite ‘o mine and I am tempted ta go this year. Tho’ last year showin’ up as Davy Jones turned up quite a few noses—and then they found out who I was underneath. Heh. I be seein ye new people burstin’ wi’ questions and though I know ye’ll be bound ta ask, an’ I won’ stop ye, I may just ignore ye if I don’t feel the question is worth my time. A’course I might do that in any case because I hain’t called th’ Dog fer no reason.
But first:
News: Not much ta be had. Navy is still lickin’ its wounds and doesn’t tend ta go out in spring as much fer reasons no one can figure out. Meep thinks he knows. Workin’ on a theory but I’ll be damned if I can understand two words outta that boy’s mouth. If it turns out important I’ll pass it along.
The Green Plague has been contained and Dermaevern has had its quarantine cleared. Here’s hopin’ we’ve squirreled out the last ‘o it.
Tardle be appearin' in the West fer a whole month (that is, 30 days startin' now) so if ye want ta visit, nows a good time ta do it.
Each ship’ll be gettin’ a little quartz stone on a chain from me. This be called a Typhoon Grip. What it does and why I’ll tell ye when tis closer ta th’ time. But if ye’ve got an explorer’s heart, ye’ll want to attach it ta th’ Nav. Might also help ye in certain other ventures besides.
Weather Fer the next two weeks, mind.
North: Clear, cool an windy. Ye can maybe expect a few light flurries near the end of the first week but after that th’ weather should warm up a bit.
West: Rain. Buckets o’ it. Near about a solid sheet ‘o it for th’ entire time. May be a brief respite around midweek second week, but otherwise try not ta drown.
East: Fair sailin weather. A little on th’ humid side ‘specially near the beginnin’ ‘o the week, but mostly fair and sunny. Scattered showers. Be also expectin’ a rain ‘o frogs on Tuesday next but don’t touch ‘em as they may be poison.
South: Bright’n’sunny but with Bowler Winds. In other words, winds that’ll come swoopin’ out ‘o nowhere and send ye skiddin’ across th’ seas, tearin’ yer sails and maybe even capsizin’. They’re preceded by a drop in air pressure so if ye notice it, put up yer sails right quick, lest ye are insane and want ta see what happens if ye tack into it.
That’s about all I got fer ye fer now. Now ye get one question. That’s one single question. I’ll answer what I like. Try not ta be the usual sack ‘o idiots ye usually are.