Dearest Makala
Please be forgiving me, I’m no good at sayin’, let along scribblin’, this kind of thing, so I apologise if some of it comes out wrong.
I think about ye, I think about ye so much it’s terrorfying. I think of the words ye said to me, that came from pure friendship, somethin’ I’ve never had.
The past couple of weeks I’ve not been meself. True, I may never be meself again now. Ye have given me a great gift (Not just the ring!), and a scoundrel like me could never find enough treasure in all of Azeroth to make it up to ye.
But… I lost a good friend a little over a week ago. Devoured and left to rot at the bottom of the sea.
Blasted gnomes came out of nowhere. Ol’ Stryker, (Me First Mate) never had a chance… I have both been in mourning and in thinkin’ (I can do that now!) about that and yer fine self.
I could never give a fine lady as yerself the life ye deserve. I am scum, being hunted by several different people, and I fear I have forced those problems up on ye. That is somethin’ I won’t be acceptin’!
I will return for full time into port soon. But I had to stop by the bay fer one night to write these letters, and I hope they reach ye and don’t get stolen by the goblins like last time!
So I just want to say thank ye Makala. I hold a respect for ye as deep as the ocean, and shining as the sun. As long as ye hide yer face behind that mask of yers, yer true beauty will be everlastin’.
Safe sailin’ to ye, and thank ye me friend.
Yer friend,
Smite
