Letter #9

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Dear brother,

Though the night is darkest now, our dawn is at hand. We must not waver. The reward will be great. And you, of all men, know the danger we face in failure. Our path has taken us through shadow, but the way out is forward.

Furthermore, I have news that may advance our task. Tom has been in his study for nearly three days, poring over his old texts and other records. You may recall that he studied privateering in the Caribbean for one of his books. It took him to the dark corners of the oldest boxes, but he was able to find the legend he sought.

Though he did not use the fable in his published works, the story has stuck in his mind since the first read. In 1844 Samuel Hall Lord, the most famous pirate in the history of Barbados, lay dying in his bed. As he struggled to breathe, he called his son William to his side. He told William of a secret treasure he had hidden away, lest his wealth be appropriated by the authorities upon his death.

Several months after his passing, William went in search of the treasure. When he found the site he opened the chest to find only a note where the jewels had been hidden. It was signed with the name of Samuel Lord’s first mate, Percy Haywood. William searched for over a decade before giving up, and never found the treasure.

In the collection of Tom’s records there is a sketch of the elder Captain Lord with his crew after capturing a merchantship. The captain has a single tattoo on his shoader: the turtle and the star.

I feel most confident that our intuitions were on the mark. The treasure we seek is in our blood, our inheritance, poached before we ever laid eyes on it. It is our duty to recover it.

Stay the course, Andrew.

Yours,

Clara