Jardel,

Jardel,

Two of me men got stuck with Deepwater swords three nights afore. Things are gettin too risky here. Harden n Whiskers were out in their dinghy, seein what they could see of the lighthouse, like normal. They warshed up on shore this mornin, belly opened up like a meat pie. We gotta pick up move outta here, Jardel. Let me move me men. There's gotta be another spot fer us somewheres! R.F.