Dear Bianca - Death, War, Pestilence, and FABULOUS!

[rose_rta]

Written on plain but fine paper in a flowery script. The wax bears the seal of the House of Flora:

Comments

[servalle_rta]

The universe is falling apart at the seams and I am surrounded by idiots.

My dear Principessa, I could not agree more. Perhaps you would like to discuss it further over wine.

[rose_rta]

I should be delighted to have another chat with you, Your Excellency.

I wonder, though, if our lists of idiots have much overlap.

[carolyne_drake]

///eyes Servalle////

We'll talk. Later.

Principessa, we're sending our top men.

And by men, I mean my nephew and niece. The former is a plague specialist, the later, entrusted by the Crown with His Own Health.

[lucy_r2a]

It would be more impressive if the Crown were ever actually worried about His own health enough to let me perform a basic physical.

[malachi_rta]

I have long considered it a primary benefit of being at sea that I find myself surrounded by fewer idiots. Those idiots who do remain nearby may then be flogged as a warning to the rest.

[rose_rta]

Note to self. Sail more.

[malachi_rta]

When flogging fails, keelhauling gets the point across. Lower survival rate, but that's also a lesson to the rest.

Sailing is full of instructive life lessons.

[gil_karm]

Not always a plus. Remember Dinah and the Apple.