My dear Capt. Fyre

My dear Capt. Fyre

The weather gauge has been firmly in our favor as we have just today made landfall at Valpariso. This town is far superior in size, quality, and decency compared to that hell hold of Punta Arenas. We received good news a this port that we shall be accompanied by Captain Alexander Steel. This most viscous, yet entirely gentlemanly personage, will afford us added strength to our numbers at the rendezvous. He is rumored to have a female companion. Some call this femme fatal, Slaughtering Sally, the living Gibbet of Cornwall, the lady of the lake of blood, Death Merchant of Scandinavia, Brutal Bess the butcher of the seas, or simply Jessica.

On a sadder note. We were attacked by three pathetic sloops that defended the port. We were well prepared to give them leave to pass but they insisted on suicidally attacing us. We easily crossed the "T" and dealt each a tatal wound to their sterns. One escaped only to be later wrecked on the jetty. The two vessles were sunk. Being so small they most probably had little in the way of booty. So no tears were shed. The mayor of Valpariso has given us a royal welcome now that his "fleet" is destroyed.

We will make sail in two days hence and make for San Diego. These waters are ill omen but we care not for superstition. I shall contact you again as God in his mercy doth allow.

Yours Sincerely,
Capt. Lewis Grimstock