*** bottle bobs up next to the good ship SS, note is unfurled and rushed to Captain Errol***
"Mayday Mayday mates, yaaargh!
Twas our 1st birthday parrrrdy not many moons ago
and one o those mermayds (yes I know you sayed nay bring them wenches o'board)
CONvinced me back to ol berg 34' as we had a bin passin' it by to and fro for many nights,
and yaharrrgh, before ays nows it the SS has been pulled south be Sea monsters themselves,
and ur faithfull s-tron has been marooned on berg 34 for weeks....
...arrrgh, she calls me mistress o'-the-ice i better seal this note and piff the bottle t'ward your good siloughette SS...
...don't forget me here, I be slave to teh fishy-mistresses' o the retched 34-berg till you return...
... be sure not ta shoot passed so lightnin to that ol moon that fathfull S-tron canna latch on with his good hook and be pulled back on deck!!!
what this old sea dog woudl give for a good RL&K over this wretched wodka& berg-ice, and for a proper pirate lass,
one with a fyne set o wooden peg legs o-er theese half siren/half fish maids o cursed berg 34...
don't forget me Cap'n Erol!...
S-Tronic o the lonely berg 34"
*** handwriting becomes illegible at this point, as if completed, sealed, and thrown to the wild sea in haste***