To the Bretonian Armed Forces

[Derkylos]

--Incoming Transmission--
--Switching to private channel--
--Sender ID: Captain Anthony Baines, commander HMS Tartar, Bretonian Reserve Fleet--

Now, listen here, you no-good son of a dog-breath cow, I don't care who you are, but anyone consorting with those murderous, lecherous vermin known as "Corsairs" must have a screw loose somewhere.

As for your pathetic attempts to blackmail Her Royal Highness' Government, for a start, you hold a measly 40 of our people. Forty! Hah. I regularly destroy ten times that number of Corsair ships on a patrol, unfortunately, due to my gunner's trigger happy nature, only about 50% of their escape pods end up in my hold, but I guess that does your precious nation a service, eh? Cutting down on the amount of food consumed and all that.

For seconds, take a look at this little picture, the result of a small part of today's activities. Unfortunately for them, not all of these scumbags will have the pleasure of seeing the inside of Newgate, I am not the only one who hates your kind with a vengance.

I have a proposal for you, little man. Release all of the people you hold hostage and I will attempt to restrain myself and my crew, especially Miss Garza (who happens to have many interesting methods of inflicting pain, must come from her time spent among Outcasts) from reducing my daily shipment of prisoners to zero...

You claim that Corsairs do not fear death. Indeed, they shall be begging for it when we are done...

Not all of us Bretonians believe in chivalry or drink tea. You would do well to remember that.

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