KROND’S LETTER

My dear Eridani
,

I write this let

pirate ships tha ter in my quart
t burn like torc ers, illuminated
hes. The litany by the light fro
too long to recit of my victories m a dozen
e, and it will no here is already
to be acclaimed t be long before
the Victor of t I return to you
gainsay our marr he Outrim Void – r uncle’s court
iage. ‘When!’ I a nd on that day, no
with me, our sou hear you ask a ne shall
ls entwined acro s if you were here
Pirate’s World, ss the parsecs. in the room
that secret st When? When I
cinders, thus pu ronghold of villain find the fabled
tting an end to y, and when I b
piracy amid the last it to
stars forever!
I pray you, go
See the vile rogu to the world of
es and scoundre Iilgan, and look
ls w upon the prison
until I put an ho daily preyed camps.
end to their murd upon the poor in
further rimward erous ways. Th no cents,
and join me here en, if your coura
from home, not t on Byrni. My frie ge holds, jump
o mention the c nds and I yearn
Tobia. Supplies omforts and pro for news
run thin. Erick visions we were
and why, I thin demands Tobian accustomed to
k even dour Ogle b ra ndy, Vasher wa on
myself, all I de by would be che nts cigars,
sire is you. ered by some win
e from home. For
Victory will com
soul. Rest assure e soon but not,
d that I strive I think, soon eno
daily to find th ugh to soothe m
do, why, it shall e Pirate’s World y aching
be the pyre tha , and when I
t lights your rou
te to me!
A thousand ador
ations,
Krond