My Fellow Pirate

To Family

Uncle Delthic,

Here I am in the Yin Sloth Jungles ankle deep in tezcat shit and blood and I have been thinking of you (I really wanted to think of a better place). It has been a long time since I wrote you. I remember as a child being so enamored by your tales of the sea. You taught me and Mini so much. I have been through so much and so has your son; especially with him becoming former King. I want to know what Mini is doing. I would write him directly but I am too far from the Northern Country to even fathom the message even making it. I do know that at one time you were a buccaneer for Bizantium’s interest and while you were not a sailor on our ship, you were captain of the Colossus of the Red Ocean pirates; a terror of northern Eastern Territories.

While I do not even know if you are alive I am writing to ask you to help Bizantium and not for my sake or the gods but for the clans sake. Some bad things that have undone the balance of things and those that would do harm to us are coming after everyone that I know. I may have to change my name to finish the mission but I cannot avoid who I am. I should have stuck with the plan; foolish me.

I need council Captain. We are on course but without a compass as to how to avoid the enemy. It has my beloved and has murdered my Daughter. I fear that it might come for Bizantium and by that I mean my family and those that I love. The island has been put on high alert but that was while your son was king. It could change if our king falls into the pit of politics and favoritism. That cannot happen; Sinza has remained self reliant but for how long and at what cost I am not sure.

At any rate, I remain your nephew,

Overkill, Captain of the CrIsis crew and of the Rogtilda.

Overkill.
Written by Overkill on the Grekar 12 the 1st year of King Wilgan.

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