Letter by sailor for Jezabel Morei

[Fawn]

*He is gangly. His arms are just a bit too longer and the smell of the sea-salt is ever present on his person. Quietly, he hands over the letter and shuffles away. The letter itself is, as always, folded over and signed with a red wax F.*

Ms. Morei,

Our paths keep failing to cross. Time to fix that. I have something that belongs to you. If you'll be around this evening, I'll bring it with me.

Fawn