A worn scrap of salt-stained canvas.
Posted: Wed Nov 06, 2019 11:53 pm
Written with a dark black ink, in a scribbly hand on a salt-stained scrap of canvas, you read the following message:
Ahoy to ye, those of The Grim.
I'm seeking a parlay with your officers in hopes to arrange some sort of agreement where we both can profit. Seems there has been some wind blowin' that you're open to new partnerships and I've a crew that very thing. Neptulon knows, these be troubling and chaotic times, and those of us entrepreneurial in spirit need to seek out like minded folk.
I will seek a parlay at your earliest convenience.
Signed,
William Skellig