Message In A Bottle - Edition# 8 - Page 3 WOE -The Novella
Posted: Wed Jul 27, 2022 3:35 pmPAGES
The large, open and golden Halls of Vudu are palatially grand. Envoy staff are often employed to deliver messages between Vudu members offices in many different wings of the building.
Knocking at her door, somewhat out of breath, the envoy apologises and says he only received the message right this minute - . Sheepishly he tells her WilliamOneEye left for his ships to prepare to travel to Tzogos some time ago.
Argo tips the envoy and asks him to wait a moment. Opening the scroll, sealed with the skulls of a recognisable William One Eye stamp in response to her request for an interview for Message In A Bottle and
specifically her Meet the Crew article she reads ...
"Aaaarrrrgho! Do ye have interview questions. Or do i just hsbnle nonsense? Bable nonsnce. Lol wgst ever hope u can resd it. Lol prob souldnt do kntrrview tnigyt. To noight.
There us no wromg anwser hre.. think u know what i menj"
She giggles to herself a little and shakes her head. Like all Vudu members, Argo has become familiar and fluent with 'Will-Speak", Placing the scroll on her desk she reaches in the drawer for some inspirational stock
questions after brushing aside the recently re-inked 'Congrats CDV' stamp she returns to the door and the waiting envoy, The interview questions are soon on their way to her old mate and guildie, Willam
OneEye.. or 'Blondie' to his oldest and dearest .. but that's another story!
A few days pass and William sends another message -
"My Dear Argo,
I couldnt help but laugh at my own drunken carelessness - I have been still waiting on your questions. Maybe you should not of sent them to me when i was wasted. Your Vaaswegian envoys got your mail to me just as we were setting sail for Tzogos. I accidentally got a little drunk, again, waiting to hear back from you when of course you had already replied! Just now, I looked back through our messages about 2 hours and
realized you had sent them the other night when i was boozed up."
Argo swears she can hear his loud self-deprecating laughter - she reads on ... "I would like to meet up with you for my interview in a little known eatering hole called, 'the hair o yea old fro'g in Tzogos. My
first port of occupation. Watering hole -hmm, I think you'd like it there, Argo - The hair o yea old frog ... 12 north dungeness street tzogos.
The letter continued:
"A modest Tudor building in disrepair. Noteable specialties Fine ales, grog, vanes best akrotiri rum. Grilled kracken, snd fried leviathsn.
Entertsinment Nightly bar fights and Readings of del rio tarvern posts.Smells of old seaweed, stale beer, and grease and something indefinable.
No weapons in the tavern are allowed. Known visitors of note. Black sparrow, gunpowder gurdie, Kart, big tea, Its rumored the back bar shelves are fashioned from timbers reclaimed from
the mordag ghost fleet, but i find this highly unlikely in reality. Her floors are however stained with the blood as many fine and notable sailors that have seens way too many drinks and a fist or more over an
argument that lacks reason.
And while its quite a small establishment, the cost of his rum makes this no small feat. I once witnested john jacob astor buy a round of morgans rum for the entire hair of ye frog pub...Its also rumored the Nelson
party [party] held their secret meetings in the back room..
Do not order the all you can eat tourtuga surprise my dear Argo. Trust me...... It might seem like a fun pub challenge, but really its how they offload all the rancid calamari that failed to sell at the
market. Their crab soup is to die for..... really,.... if someone is eating it near you, you really should stab them and take theirs.. you will no regret it.. Should you arrive late at ye old hair o the frog and find me to be er.. passed out, utterly unresponsive or possibly dead.. some cold water, a hot meal and another barrel of Vane's rum will be in order if I am to see
this interview through to the end..Should i awaken, you can interview me but, you should probably note the 14 plus hour wait whilst I pass out as I will clearly be unresponsive to your questions!..So.. don't be late for both our sakes. "
Faithfully, your friend, William.
The envoys' words echo in her head ... 'WilliamOneEye left for Tzogos some time ago"... Checking her fob-watch she gasps and snatches her big leather bag from her desk, squirms into her coat on the run and races down to her fleets.. Jumping aboard the first ship of the line she sees of her, noting the dropping of the orange sun, shouting to her crew 'Ahoy!! Avast me hearties!!!
Sorry no tavern here in Vaasburg for you lot- To Tzogos - get us there in record time for ye bonus- Cast off Immediately!! Ye can party there tonight!! " The crew cheers in joyful unison!Looking around she sees the winds are a good strong breeze ... Once again, she thinks what MIAB reporters have to do to earn a doubloon or two bringing the news to the good folk of Avonmora!! But on she goes ...AT THE TAVERN - YE HAIR O YE OLD FROG - The back alley - sometime later that night .. In the loud, tightly packed and smoke-filled tavern, Argo searches among the rollicking folk seeking him out .. Finally she asks the barkeep who nods and chortles knowingly and indicates with his head over his shoulder. His big rolling eyes briefly flicked to the side door that leads out to the back alley. Argo thanks him and races out of the bar.
The large, open and golden Halls of Vudu are palatially grand. Envoy staff are often employed to deliver messages between Vudu members offices in many different wings of the building.
Knocking at her door, somewhat out of breath, the envoy apologises and says he only received the message right this minute - . Sheepishly he tells her WilliamOneEye left for his ships to prepare to travel to Tzogos some time ago.
Argo tips the envoy and asks him to wait a moment. Opening the scroll, sealed with the skulls of a recognisable William One Eye stamp in response to her request for an interview for Message In A Bottle and
specifically her Meet the Crew article she reads ...
"Aaaarrrrgho! Do ye have interview questions. Or do i just hsbnle nonsense? Bable nonsnce. Lol wgst ever hope u can resd it. Lol prob souldnt do kntrrview tnigyt. To noight.
There us no wromg anwser hre.. think u know what i menj"
She giggles to herself a little and shakes her head. Like all Vudu members, Argo has become familiar and fluent with 'Will-Speak", Placing the scroll on her desk she reaches in the drawer for some inspirational stock
questions after brushing aside the recently re-inked 'Congrats CDV' stamp she returns to the door and the waiting envoy, The interview questions are soon on their way to her old mate and guildie, Willam
OneEye.. or 'Blondie' to his oldest and dearest .. but that's another story!
A few days pass and William sends another message -
"My Dear Argo,
I couldnt help but laugh at my own drunken carelessness - I have been still waiting on your questions. Maybe you should not of sent them to me when i was wasted. Your Vaaswegian envoys got your mail to me just as we were setting sail for Tzogos. I accidentally got a little drunk, again, waiting to hear back from you when of course you had already replied! Just now, I looked back through our messages about 2 hours and
realized you had sent them the other night when i was boozed up."
Argo swears she can hear his loud self-deprecating laughter - she reads on ... "I would like to meet up with you for my interview in a little known eatering hole called, 'the hair o yea old fro'g in Tzogos. My
first port of occupation. Watering hole -hmm, I think you'd like it there, Argo - The hair o yea old frog ... 12 north dungeness street tzogos.
The letter continued:
"A modest Tudor building in disrepair. Noteable specialties Fine ales, grog, vanes best akrotiri rum. Grilled kracken, snd fried leviathsn.
Entertsinment Nightly bar fights and Readings of del rio tarvern posts.Smells of old seaweed, stale beer, and grease and something indefinable.
No weapons in the tavern are allowed. Known visitors of note. Black sparrow, gunpowder gurdie, Kart, big tea, Its rumored the back bar shelves are fashioned from timbers reclaimed from
the mordag ghost fleet, but i find this highly unlikely in reality. Her floors are however stained with the blood as many fine and notable sailors that have seens way too many drinks and a fist or more over an
argument that lacks reason.
And while its quite a small establishment, the cost of his rum makes this no small feat. I once witnested john jacob astor buy a round of morgans rum for the entire hair of ye frog pub...Its also rumored the Nelson
party [party] held their secret meetings in the back room..
Do not order the all you can eat tourtuga surprise my dear Argo. Trust me...... It might seem like a fun pub challenge, but really its how they offload all the rancid calamari that failed to sell at the
market. Their crab soup is to die for..... really,.... if someone is eating it near you, you really should stab them and take theirs.. you will no regret it.. Should you arrive late at ye old hair o the frog and find me to be er.. passed out, utterly unresponsive or possibly dead.. some cold water, a hot meal and another barrel of Vane's rum will be in order if I am to see
this interview through to the end..Should i awaken, you can interview me but, you should probably note the 14 plus hour wait whilst I pass out as I will clearly be unresponsive to your questions!..So.. don't be late for both our sakes. "
Faithfully, your friend, William.
The envoys' words echo in her head ... 'WilliamOneEye left for Tzogos some time ago"... Checking her fob-watch she gasps and snatches her big leather bag from her desk, squirms into her coat on the run and races down to her fleets.. Jumping aboard the first ship of the line she sees of her, noting the dropping of the orange sun, shouting to her crew 'Ahoy!! Avast me hearties!!!
Sorry no tavern here in Vaasburg for you lot- To Tzogos - get us there in record time for ye bonus- Cast off Immediately!! Ye can party there tonight!! " The crew cheers in joyful unison!Looking around she sees the winds are a good strong breeze ... Once again, she thinks what MIAB reporters have to do to earn a doubloon or two bringing the news to the good folk of Avonmora!! But on she goes ...AT THE TAVERN - YE HAIR O YE OLD FROG - The back alley - sometime later that night .. In the loud, tightly packed and smoke-filled tavern, Argo searches among the rollicking folk seeking him out .. Finally she asks the barkeep who nods and chortles knowingly and indicates with his head over his shoulder. His big rolling eyes briefly flicked to the side door that leads out to the back alley. Argo thanks him and races out of the bar.