Sent a letter to m'love. The mills of the Monks grind swift, but they grind exceedingly fine. Some time previously, it seems, Captain Larriel had sent out a distress call. I'm really narked, Mate, and could use some advice. I tried sailing the shoals with that new Explorer thing and now my boat has a permanent list.
Nothing seems to help.
I'd hate to think I'd sold my soul just for the chance to cruise a few new waters. Everything's all screwed up. Hi' to the wife and kiddies. See ya soon if I make it into port. It only took those wily Monks a simple name search through the Cloisters to bring in reams of missives from across the realm.