Ahoy! I'm writing this message on the back of a shipping manifest that washed up with some crates of Madrinas Caribbean Punch here on Smuggler's Bay. I think it's from that merchant ship that passed by a couple of days ago. Serves them right for ignoring my signal flares!
Anyway, I’ve been making the best of being stranded here thanks to this Caribbean Punch (what is a Caribbean, anyway?). But every time I take a sip, I curse Flameheart because the pirate who marooned me here is grinning back at me on the label. Curse that cursed captain!
I swear by the Whale Lord, if I ever see HitboTC's face again, I’ll send him straight to the Ferry of the Damned! Or maybe I’ll ask for more of this drink…
Please send rescue! But not too quickly—I think I’ve got enough to last another couple of weeks. SOS!
