Greetings Capt. Fyre,
Much has transpired since my last communication. We left the Spanish Main a few weeks ago and rounded the horn just today. The weather was typical in its appalling aspect. Four crew were lost in the voyage. However we have put in to Pont Arenas and taken on more food, water, and four more men.
It is here, my dear fellow that I write to you. Pont Arenas is as God forsaken a town as can be imagined. Not to put a black mood upon you I shall no dwell upon the towns sqalid nature.
We shall put to sea on the morning tide and hope to make Valparaiso in a week. From thence we shall sail north and make a further port at such anchorages that bare us fair welcome. Wish us luck my hartey rover.
I forsee no engagements in our travels, since the powers that the French King is at war with are not operating in the waters of the vast Pacific. At leas no in the eastern waters. And frankly until we reach Portland, I myself see no such confrontations.
Yours Sincerely,
Capt. Lewis Grimstock
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