[The nearest crewman turns to fetch quill pen and parchment at his master's orders. Hector sighs and follows him into the captain's quarters. It's easier to write at his desk than on the deck of a ship with failing light.
He writes out the following message, in Greek:
Resupply at Free Port Carmilla, if you read this, fuck you Verify rumors of the boogeyman Send message to the witch Reassess from there
[He translates the name of Freeport into Greek to try to further obfuscate their plans in case someone is watching, and also has a list of multiple coordinates scrawled on the page. The correct one for their destination, he smudges a drop of blue ink beside.
He sends the message back with the zombie and calls up through his door.]
I need to sleep. Wake me at the first sign of pursuit.
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He writes out the following message, in Greek:
Resupply at Free Port
Carmilla, if you read this, fuck you
Verify rumors of the boogeyman
Send message to the witch
Reassess from there
[He translates the name of Freeport into Greek to try to further obfuscate their plans in case someone is watching, and also has a list of multiple coordinates scrawled on the page. The correct one for their destination, he smudges a drop of blue ink beside.
He sends the message back with the zombie and calls up through his door.]
I need to sleep. Wake me at the first sign of pursuit.