Dear Jack, I sent you some pigeon mail, but you still ain't callin, I left my address, my lace girdle, and my confused eyebrows at the bottom. I sent you two more in Autumn, you must not have got 'em. Commodore Norrington probably mixed them up with his magazine subscriptions or something. Sometimes I write my cursive abit sloppy when I jot 'em. Anyways, whats been up? How's your Pearl? Elizabeth is pregnant too, I hope thats it's a girl, because I think I've always wanted to be one. It'd be fun.
Perhaps thats why I'm confused, seeya D00d
Look, A hill!
Ok, so I may have got a little lazy at the end there.
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