Esterport,

I raided your city. I blew up your streets. I stole your gold. I stole your MAGISTRATE.

Comfort is the last thing I want. But, I am a generous man of opportunity, and so I'll give you your slime back; if you give me a ship.

One ship, capable of hosting at least a couple hundred men, with the devices necessary to defend itself in these dangerous times.

These are my terms,
Hammerhead

Penned by my hand on Closday, the 3rd of Slyphian, in the year 5 AC.