Sometime before....

There was a knock at the the Peregrine's great cabin, it was an all in one office, bedroom, and dining room for the Captain. Looking up from a pile of paper work, butchers bills, accounting ledges, crew manifest and stores tallies Cain welcomed the reprieve and said in his sea going voice, the only voice he had "Enter!"

It was the ships cook, an elf by the name of Aravir who stepped in with a steaming cup pot of coffee and a packet of letters "Boatswains complements sir. We have post, two letters from the Admiralty and a personal letter."

Cain nodded "Thank you Mr. Aravir. How are the ships stores coming along?" the captain asked as he took the bundle of letters placing the two from the Admiralty on the pile of ships books they were letters of marque for pirate hunting. But in an instant his keen emerald eyes spotted the tail tale smudges of an old acquaintance of his some sort of tinkerer he had crewed with on a caravan not too long ago. He smiled and wondered at what she would want.

He glanced through letter with it's thin and accurate scroll a smudge here, greasy thumb print there but very fine writing.

"Very prime sir, we should be fully victualing with in the hour." Mr. Aravir replied.

Cain nodded absently saying "Very good, remind me to ask Ms. Remedy to come aboard to teach the crew how to write properly."

The elf cook nodded, touching his knuckle to his brow answering "Yes sir." before exiting the grand cabin.

The letter was short and to the point inviting him on a new adventure on shore. Looking up Cain he ordered "pass the word for Mr. Grimand."

A few seconds later a large orc entered the great cabin "Sir?" touching his knuckle to his brow.

Cain ordered "When our stores are in weigh anchor, get us underway and set course North west, a half west.

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Presently.......

A few days later Cain pushed the door of the Ambling Dragon kicking off the mud from the rainstorm from his boots and shaking off his number one sea coat. Once he was all situated he and located his acquaintance he touched his knuckle to his tricorn hat. "Ms. Remedy!" he exclaimed in no subtle voice.

As he strode over he stopped a wench "Ms. I'd like a sauced hogs face, a bottle of your best port, a block of cheese and loaf of sourdough bread." he asked handing the lady several coins from around the world.

Then a pall crossed his face as he approached "forgive me ma'am your letter didn't seem to indicate secrecy, but it may have been implied."

He sat down just as the first parts of his meal began showing up. He may have ordered enough for him and his midshipmen he realized but it was a simple matter of offering his food to any others at his table "Might I offer you a piece of bread and cheese?" He smiled even when he did make a mistake it didn't keep him down long.