Dear Kuriel,

Sinking your ship earlier this month is becoming a more frequent pleasure.

In most cases, pirates run with their tail between their legs. But this time, you just kinda sat there. Your ship was so still I had to strain my eyesight to notice if anyone was aboard. You would think someone so accomplished at sinking Windcutters would be able to put out a fire, or even chop a tether, but apparently this isn't the case.

I lazily leaned on my ballista as I watched your burning ship slowly sink to the depths. Your hull completely riddled with Cyrenian ammunitions I could barely tell it was a ship anymore.

Unlike you, we will take credit for this sinking. Cyrene sank your ship, don't forget it.

Penned by my hand on the 10th of Phaestian, in the year 822 AF.