Missing: Alicia Dura

It is my experience that those who claim the grandest titles are usually those with the least reason to lay claim to them.

I couldn't agree more master Haroldson, it is why I am but the humble captain to a mercantile vessel, and a loyal consultant to the guard and claim no false authority.

I thank you for offering me our services Admiral Knight.

When it comes to my station, we are a trading company. In that our infrastructure for communication leads little to be desired. It would seem this dialogue has been lost in the details. I thank you for your concern Rose. I will take all my canine based consultation to you from this point on in the investigation. It is your decision to entrust me with any information in regards to this investigation, as any news that reaches me will find its way into the hands of Lt. Cooper.

If you do not trust me with this information? If you do not care about this investigation? If you think there is nothing amiss? Move along, otherwise forward any and all questions to my private office. Since I have had to take the time to explain the basics of nautical communication I'd hope this will be well illustrated to all parties.

Yours in Vigilance and Concern

It seems you misunderstand, Verrill. I am saying that if you cannot entrust additional information to this body of people whom you request help from, and to whom you are, for all intents and purposes, privatising in this endeavor, how can you trust those whose hands information would flow through?

For example. I learn something of great import of your mistress. I pass this along, via note (sealed or not makes no difference, there are plenty who have talents to work around such things), and sailor 1 reads it. So does dockhand 2. As does bosun, where he leaves it in your stateroom. Each of these men then disseminates this information to others around them. The purpose of your mysteriousness is all for naught, suddenly, as every sailor and dockhand this side of the rift (and likely beyond) speaks of your unrequited search for a young damsel not even your own.

If you wish information, then pass information. If you are simply going to hand it all to Mr. Cooper, then why not just have us give it to him so the man can do his job? Cut out the middleman (well, middlemen, here) and you save yourself your precious secrecy whilst allowing Mr. Cooper to act on any knowledge with immediacy.

I know quite a bit about communication upon the seas, as it happens, and while you lack in actually having informed us, I can say that you do seem to understand it is a messy and timely process. To which I ask - how long are you currently at port, that you have time to send someone all the way into the proper and respond? I do hope business isn't slow.

Good luck on your search. And I wouldn't take Mr. Lucius up on his offer, were I you. If the girl has not responded yet, she is either dead or does not want to be found. The former is sometimes easiest not to know, and the latter will make her revile you all the more should you disrespect it, when she returns.

-Rose

Lucius, cowards don't offer help. Remember?

Aselra Coalbeard

Rose,

Sadly business is good so I can not take the time to speak on every point in your note at length.

I will simply say this;
-I will not discuss matters openly, that may very well be private in a public venue out of respect for all involved.
-I thank you for taking such a keen interest in this whole matter and opening this as a dialogue on the philosophical quandary of the middle man.
-I trust my crew.
-I am done answering questions in this public venue. Thank you for your time.

With Care and Vigilance,

Captain Verril,

We are hardly acquaintances but nonetheless I offer my assistance. My crew is relatively able-bodied if a tad lazy. If you have anything that can assist in the search then please forward it to me.


Dr. James DeMontfort III
Captain of the Lusty Wench