Thrown and tossed underneath Jack’s door was a note, already crinkled, possibly full of scratch marks and wrinkles from the owner’s wringing of hands, torn only the once in one of the corners. To her credit, the writing was clear, concise, and straight to the point, and then the deliverer hastened off in another direction:
Jack,
I might’ve fucked up.
BUT I asked for Ludo’s help in finding a way to deter ghost whales from attacking the Ark.
I would just need to hunt a ghost whale down and get a bone. A big, big bone.
Not sure if this is something you would want the Ark crew involved with, but it would be very helpful. I understand the dangers involved.
- Melita
Then there's a tiny doodle in the corner, clearly of a ghost whale being mauled, either by a spear or arrow. Maybe a cannon. It's uncertain and left up to interpretation.
Jack,
I might’ve fucked up.
BUT I asked for Ludo’s help in finding a way to deter ghost whales from attacking the Ark.
I would just need to hunt a ghost whale down and get a bone. A big, big bone.
Not sure if this is something you would want the Ark crew involved with, but it would be very helpful. I understand the dangers involved.
- Melita
Then there's a tiny doodle in the corner, clearly of a ghost whale being mauled, either by a spear or arrow. Maybe a cannon. It's uncertain and left up to interpretation.
