Pirate Zulah,

Your feeble attempts to lie your way into the hearts of my men gain you
nothing more than further notice from us. Every honest person among us
knows you are lying, and knows that I would never ask for, nor even
want, your blood money. For even if you attempted to pour it into my
hands I would simply offer it up to my loving friend Gred at the Hashan
Crossroads! For those who know me already know I more money than I know
what to do with.

I ask you now Captain Zulah, do you recall how my comrads and I kept you
holed up in your ship for days last month at the Rageteeth Harbour
before you finally came out and offered us up your head multiple times?
Well expect more of that my enemy, for we are coming... and we neither
forgive nor forget.



In service to all those honest seafarers of this world and others,
Fleet Admiral Malaphus Rousseau

Penned by my hand on the 15th of Miraman, in the year 509 AF.