stem_the_tide | (no subject)

Well, well, well... that insolent wretch Sparrow has taken one of my men hostage. Not a surprise, I suppose, as I practically told the pirate where to find him. Damn him! It's the letter-writing, I suppose. One would never say such things to another's face as one writes in a letter, and it's easy to forget who precisely you are writing to. Well, never again, I can say that much. We shall conduct our exchange of prisoners and then I shall clap the man in irons and not be bothered by him again. He is far more trouble than he is worth.