Here's Flarq's scrimshaw rendition of her highness, followed by notes of tribute (that's what the scourges said they were going to write anyway) from two admirers of hers from my crew:


Dear Princess R9: You give good scrimshaw. I'd love to see your actual pix, and if they're even half as hot-looking, I'd love to take you out to a really classy restaurant and buy you several drinks.

Ping me, Nelson Cooke, First Mate/Author


Deer Printcess R8: Will you merry me? Ime a former famis athleat so you no Ime real good at secks.

Cintcerely, George.

Pee Yes: If you merry me insted of Nelsun, I won't steel all the stuff in yore palice


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