"Dearest Lady Swift," informed Lord Kelce, Commander in King Hunt's Royal Navy. "We make sail for the inner harbor in Baltimore. Captain Mahomes has invited you aboard, and you may share the warmth of my cabin."
She sighed, unsettled.
"The frozen voyage to the shores of Western New York was grueling, and the locals most hostile. Whilst the wind blew right in my face, vile epithets were hurled at me from men of low moral fiber! The prospect of another journey into perilous waters gives me pause."
"Then we shall make ready the Captain's most destructive cannon," boasted his Lordship. "For every insult, a thousand poets will perish as we raze their city to rubble. And the crows will feast on their remains."
