Tygrin,
After you and your row boats trip to the briny depths, I would expect
you to spew less bilge. Your 'guarantees' that you will kill me and my
hearties did not work then, why would you expect them to work now? You
were offered the protection of the clearly superior might in these seas.
You chose to stop cursing only long enough to lash out at what you
perceived an easy target. You and your paltry excuse for a crew paid for
that folly with their lives. Next time you bilge rats see The Black Sail
coming I suggest your crew simply toss you over the side to reduce
ballast while they flee.


The Pirates of Meropis do not require permission to board, plunder, and
seize what we desire. Stand in our way and find your ship joining the
countless others who've sunk into the murky embrace.


However if you fancy yourself a scallywag who enjoys good rum, battle on
the high seas, fine women, and even finer riches. Contact the Pirates of
Meropis, perhaps you'll even enjoy a whore or two on us in Blackheart
Cove.


Dread Pirate, Z

Penned by my hand on the 20th of Aeguary, in the year 538 AF.