Joseph, It has been months since we parted and things have not yet tacked to the easy course for me. I slew nine British sailors yesterday (or was it two days ago? No matter) and the bastards just keep sending more. But when I searched their corpses I found no commissions from the crown nor military orders, only coin and the red and golden crosses they bore around their necks. Is it possible they are not English sailors? It is of no consequence to you so on the purpose of this letter: the scroll that came with it is everything to me. You cannot read it. You cannot open it. Keep it until I find you. If any man should ask you about it, kill him.