"St. Wolflam Church", Grantham

(October 18) Tuesday

Dear William:

I received your letter two days ago, thank you for the nepentagrass specimen you sent specially. I didn’t expect you to remember. The last time the Borneo plant illustration made Uncle George so happy that he even wrote a poem to praise you (he didn’t let me retell it here, saying that he must read it to you in person).

I'm sorry I'm just writing to reply to you now, because I've been forced to rest in bed in the past week. Thanks to Madam Grant, who is willing to give me your beliefs at least.

I'm not in good condition recently, I have a fever, cough, and faint several times in a row. Dr. Andrew often comes, but I'm not happy to see him. And my aunt, they're so long-winded.

I didn't want to lie on the bed at all. Every time I had to beg Madam Grant to stay outside for a while, but my aunt would always find out and yelled and pushed me back.

They found Old John in the Witmus, who was said to have fallen into the water after being drunk. Poor people. We were taken care of by him when we were young, and you and Isaac often teased him. May his soul rest in heaven.

Do you have news about Isaac? Someone seemed to have seen his newly published manuscript in London a while ago. I tried to write to that address, but there was no reply.

I have always dreamed recently, just dreaming of my childhood. This should have made me more happy, but my aunt often couldn't tell whether I fell asleep or fainted. I was always awakened by her call. Only during the dance party can she not always stay with me. I hope there will be endless dance parties every day!

Can I see you before Christmas? Because Uncle George wants our whole family to go on vacation in Nottingham, he even negotiated the price with the coachman six months in advance.

I really deserve it when I ride a carriage. Unbelievable, I was a good player when I rode the horse! Now lightning is a strong horse, and I entrusted Uncle George to take care of it.

A few years ago, my aunt took the initiative to sell it to a distant relative in Cambridgeshire. I cried for three days before I cried. Even if I could no longer ride a horse, I could not sell lightning at will - it is also my family! Alas, why can't my aunt understand this?

I seem to complain too much, and I start to hate myself. I hope it won’t cause trouble for you, and I really want to receive your reply immediately! Every time I read your letter, it feels like I am traveling around the world with you. That is the happiest time for me.

I wish you everything is well, may God bless you with peace in sailing and reply to me!

You will always be

Anne Clarke

The sea breeze blows, and a thin page of letter paper in his hand is trembling and flying. The smiley lines on the corners of the blonde young man's mouth have not faded yet. He carefully folded the letter paper, put it in the envelope, and put the letter with beautiful handwriting in close proximity and sniff it gently. A faint fragrance of ink quietly climbed up to the tip of his nose.

“Before Christmas…”

He thought quietly, put the letter in his arms, and held the boat to look into the distance.

Waves surged on the sea level, and swarms of dolphins jumped out of the waves, and the joy of the dolphins echoed on the sea level.

After a long time, William sighed softly.

"We have to rush to Malacca before Christmas to invite Zheng from Nanyang." A voice behind him said, "To be honest, I'm a little worried. I've never dealt with the pirate family in the Far East. These people are mysterious."

The speaker approached, standing side by side with William, dark skin showed a healthy shine in the sunlight.

He held a wanted order with his own portrait in his hand. The painter emphasized his thick eyebrows and black amber-like eyes, and attached a message saying that if he successfully arrested this person, he could immediately receive 100,000 Kruzado gold coins from the Governor of Goa.

"The painting is really good, Isabel even feels over-beautified. I suspect it is the masterpiece of the Governor's portraitist. This old man spent most of his life studying how to draw the multi-layered chin of the Fat Pig, and probably didn't change it for a while." But he knocked on the name on the paper with dissatisfaction, showing a disgusting look, "—Geronemo, why haven't they recovered? What's the relationship between catching Geronemo and I, Yousuf Ben Hassan?"

William nodded at him and greeted him: "I also painted you with Portuguese outfit. It's quite funny."

"Don't rush to laugh at me. You guys are all dressed like this."

Yusuf unveiled several wanted orders, and the accomplices who participated in the robbery of the law were listed one by one. Of course, except for himself, the wanted portraits of others were a thousand miles apart from the original, and Qing was even painted as a short and thin man.

"Finish?" Yousuf pointed to William's arms with sharp eyes.

"Friend's letter." The blonde young man smiled, "Not Captain Messon, let it go."

"girl?"

"girl."

"Children's Sex?"

"Children's Sex."

Facing Yousuf's malicious smile, William was not embarrassed at all: "Don't think about it."

"I heard you just muttered 'before Christmas'..." Yusuf didn't plan to let him go, "Is there an appointment?"

"Yes." William was serious, "Nanyang Zheng."

Yousuf was stunned. After a while, he changed into a sincere expression of awe and patted William on the shoulder: "If I dare to do this, Isabel can twist my neck."

"You really want to do it." William frowned with a wry smile.

Yousuf didn't speak, looking at him with meaningful eyes.

William punched the boy in the chest: "Tell the serious business."

"I'm here to ask you how much you know about Zheng's family in Nanyang." Yousufu got so cold that he thrust the punch, and held the boat's side for a while, "I remember you dealing with them."

"I was almost killed by them." William hugged his chest with his hands and curled his lips, "I was still under the Royal Navy at that time."

"they?"

"The Zheng family has no men. They are called sisters, but they are not related by blood. The real name of Mrs. Zheng is Zheng Zhirong, and the others call her Eighth Aunt." William narrowed his eyes playfully, "In my impression, this is a very conservative group." This time it was his turn to look up and down at Yousuf, "They wrote you a letter?"

"And let me bring you a message saying that they caught a suspicious guy, and you might be interested."

"Oh? Which unfortunate man is it?"

"...You really know them very well." Yousuf sighed admiringly, "The letter did not mention the specific name. They seemed to have no language to that person."

William raised his eyebrows: "So they don't know who that person is at all."
Chapter completed!