Captain, Normally I'd bend your ear over a sea shanty and a keg, but with you being in Lion's Arch on assignment I figured I'd put it to paper. I'll give it to you straight, Mai—I don't like the current arrangement. I yearn for a good scrap and a rousing adventure as much as the next pirate, but the new boss is an anchor that's pulling us down. Mark my words, we're getting tangled in a mess and we won't notice 'til it chokes us out. Then there's the Inquest buggers. Can't argue with the upgrades to our airships and equipment, but they're not like us. Got no code. Goes without saying that I'll follow you to a cold and briny grave a thousand times over, but I want it to be on our terms—doing what we love, our freedom above all else. No fat-cat life for this first mate, you hear? F.M. Horrik P.S. Speaking of fat cats, threw half a fish to a stray the other day. Wouldn't mind having one on the ship. I know you like them.