Humble Sailor,
Apologies for not getting to this sooner. It has been an eventful time of year, and I've had to meet with a few people to ensure the celebrations are not unfortunately interrupted by what brews in this cauldron of a sea.
I would gladly meet whenever it would be well for you to regale your ideas on how to cleanse a festering rot, as sickness is a worrying theme of recent days; the doctor recommended 40 days of quarantine in most cases, if I recall correctly, though I'll ask again when he is done with his studies.
In the mean, as this letter has, you can find me at the Topsy Turvy or the docks most days all but sleeping. I doubt I will be going far until the tide shifts from blight to boon.
May your sailing be Serene,
Scylla
This letter does not come with a feline companion,but simply as any other letter may.
The Harbour cats are far more interested in fish,and less so in couriership.