On Board the Flying Dutchman

Aye, cap'n, we nailed them! Carver did a fine job on me legs too sir, a fine job - two more beautiful legs I've never seen these many years. Prefer 'em to me old ones I do! The ghosts a-feared 'em too cap'n, if that's what they were, all the more when I grabbed the rigging and flew onto the deck with the frenchie, kicking them in their haunted parts, bein' brave pirates sir, just like ye always wanted! Must admit, cap'n, that telescope caused awful relief when it came down and wiped 'em out sir, awful relief, the numbers were gettin' out of hand, so to speak.

And then they fled, them blasted cowardly ghosts, and more's the pity. That's why I'm writin' to ye, cap'n, ye see, we're still on board - that is, Frenchie and meself, and methinks maybe the mad one as of this mornin', and frogs-legs' here thinks he may have heard a dutch swan-song a couple of nights back. No sooner had we jumped to the rigging to get back, than the Dutchman took off like the speed of lightning, and we found ourselves surrounded by the grey figures. They took us below quarters, where I found this ol' parchment, and still me brain racks ways of gettin' it to ye.

Arr, it be awful strange down 'ere. The air is swimmin' with a cold the like o' which I have never felt before. An' the crew ain't at all dispirited sir, no pun intended. In actual fact sir, they seem encouraged - keep on mentionin' some map, an' names sir; Granson White, Catherina Saxacaberg, and one familiar to me ears - Jonathon Roe. I can 'ear 'em now, and sometimes the cap'n imself, whose voice sends chills to me very soul.

I'm not sure what's goin' on cap'n, but as I said, I'll try and get this to ye. I be writin' this by the light of a candle Claude managed to set aflame by use of his firey French temper, but already his hands are gettin' hot and I won't be able to write much longer. Best o'luck cap'n, wherever ye are.

O. Follicle

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