To: The Gaians | From: Black Sails

[Black Sails]

Incoming transmission

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Recipient: The Gaians of Cambridge
Sender: Arthur Ortega
Location: Battlecruiser Noche Eterna, Omega-5

Buen día.

I have no jodido clue what distant green planeta you bloody tree hugging culeros care mucho about, but we've got a fucking war to fight. Now listen here, payasos, I have a proposition for you. The Black Sails will station a battlegroup at Torshavn and you will provide our guild with 2 "Caliburn" Destroyers and 4 "Galatine" Gunboats. In return, we shall cover your culos from any force that threatens you in Bretonia.

Let me be very clear on this matter, cabron, this can only end in one way, the Black Sails' way. In case you manage to find any trace of your long gone cojones, keep them under a tight leash, or I will personally deprive you of them and hang them in one of our new Galatine's cockpit as a reminder of your foolishness to oppose the Black Sails.

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