Senestia,

Poem for ya.

The rolling tide The leather hide A beautiful thing You can feel the sting Of sea salt on your head The captain is not dead

The ship it floats on the sea The coast awaits for thee He gets the girl and the swag She isn't a hag but rather a lady

It's a fine life on the sea It's a fine life for me.

The Captain

Again with surprise, Senestia receives this letter. She writes a quick reply so she doesn't need to stay in the Crone longer than she has to.

Dear Captain,

Thank you very much for the poem. I will be able to make use of it.

Best regards and a beautiful day to you, Senestia Avarscanti