Dear Amy,
The bearer of this asks that you please stop viewing the sending of these notes as some sort of pirate instant messaging service, as said bearer is getting sick and tired of running the half mile to the cove, sailing to the blockade, delivering the note, and returning only to repeat the process a few minutes later.
You’re adorable when you’re stubborn.
Much love and many smutty thoughts,
Corbin
I looked up from the note to Prudence, who stood before me with a particularly belligerent expression.
“Cap’n Corbin says ye won’t be needin’ me to deliver any more notes,” he said, his eyes narrowing at me. “He says that ye’re through behavin’ womanish, and ye understand that he’s old enough to take care of himself. He says ye won’t be embarrassin’ him by motherin’ him in front of h
