Location: Saba, Dutch Caribbean
Dear Message in a Bottle,
Yarrrr, today be a great success! In the mornin me n the crew of these two fine vessels dove into Davy Jones Locker wit the vast creatures of the deep. Hearye twice, I say! No less than 12 fathoms on the first and seven fer the second. That be approximately 72 feet n 42 feet respectively fer ye landlubbers readin this here inscription. N what remarkable creatures we found in these here waters off the isle of Saba! Nurse Sharks and Black Tip Reef Sharks big enough to shiver ye timbers. Fish the size of whales! Lobster the size of a deckboy! Turtles the size ofwell erm uh Turtles. Yarr I be not too versed in comparisons.
Anyways, after all the swashbucklin in the seven seas, we all decided to act as landlubbers fer the day. Aye, Aye, I know, why would a sailor leave his craft for some isle? Well, as any pirate worth his sea legs would tell ye: Booty! Aye, after coming to berth on the isle of Saba, we walked quite a distance up a 25% grade until we reached the city of The Bottom. Aye, a bit of a cruel joke wouldnt ye say to put a city named The Bottom on top of a hill? But we were here for booty, and booty we would find. After scuttling a ride from a fellow seamen, we navigated our way to the port city of Windwardside. All along the way were views more beautiful than the sight of a fine lass after years at sea. Once we shored up in the city, we got to plunder its riches. We exchanged our doubloons fer bountiful food and drank at the lovely tavern of Saba Snacks. Yo Ho! A cold Fanta after days of hot water aboard ye vessel does a sailor well! After of which we plundered the dive shop fer knickknacks and trinkets to give to our mommies back in our home ports so far away. Then we climbed the hill to Jobeans glass art stand and plundered some more. After pillagin till our rucks were full and our wallets empty, we then enlisted the help of a local scallywag to arrange travel back to the port in order to get back on our lovely sea-maiden, Ocean Star.
Back on the ship, our crewmates made some lovely Risotto from a foreign port by the name of Eetaly. No sailor had ever heard of it. Yarr harr twas a fine feast nonetheless.
As we swab the poopdeck and batten down the hatches for the journey tomorrow to the far-off ports of Saint Bartholomew, our bellies are full, and our spirits are high. Sending my kindest regards to me family, me gecko, Rusty, and me kitty, Waffles. Aye, even a leathery old seadog like me can be caught missing his soft kitty from time to time.
To whoever be readin this message, we are safe n sound but do send provisions of cold water n bean bags to the vessel Ocean Star.
Sincerely,
Skipper Nick Kusior