A beard to go with Lysette's drawing.
Dear employer:
January 5th, 1873
Well we have
arrived, and the natives have remained docile. Loafus Cramwell and Red Beard
wish to press the natives for their resources, bleed them dry. I personally do
not feel this is right but the violent start ended in our favor. Despite our
aggressions, the natives and weather were both kind to us, so I am in no place
to complain. I just hope our decisions do not come back to haunt us.
Sincerely
Risenpool
Allegate
To My Employer: February 5th,
1873
This month has
proven to be quite fruitful with us gaining even more resources. I began to see
the appeal of forcing the natives out of what they had, which earned even more
rewards. Sadly, the weather did not follow this trend of good luck. It called
for drastic measures resulting in us taking even more from the them. The nights
are cold in this remote place and the recent floods make it hard for anything
to grow. We take more than we need to compensate for these conditions but
somehow the natives still accept us.
Yours truly,
Risenpool
Allegate
Dearest Employer: March 5th,
1873
I swear, all of
this rain is doing a number on my favorite hat. To add insult to injury, things
are beginning to get out of hand here. Things seem off in my camp but I can’t
quite put my finger on it. It’s as though Loafus and Red Beard are becoming
cautious of me. They whisper when they believe me not to be around. The natives
grew hostile by the end of the month, straining our already delicate
relationship. They threatened to take what we had and I confided in my comrades.
I attempted to get them to rally behind me and show the natives who’s really in
charge. Loafus spoke to me at the days end, saying I have changed. I failed to
see her concern arguing that certain situations require the use of violence. In
the end we lost nothing more than the native’s trust.
Yours always.
Risenpool
Allegate
Dear Employer: April 5th, 1873
This weather has
my comrades worried. Even in the face of such adversity, I try to remain
positive refusing to show any signs of fear. When we go to discuss business
with the natives, I can feel suspicious eyes on my fellows and I. No. Their
suspicions do not lie with my friends but with me. I fear they are watching us,
tracking our every move closely. I may just be paranoid but this month's ending
relations would prove my fears correct. They can’t watch for long though. A
great storm is approaching and I fear many will die.
Risenpool
Allegate
Good evening my employer: May 5th,
1873
I found myself
thinking the other evening that I have not received a single response from you.
Never mind that now, I’m sure you’re a busy man and have no time for such
things. I do not know how much longer I can stay on this island. The distance
from civilization is beginning to drive me mad. Loafus attempts to offer me
solace, but his concerns fall upon deaf ears. Even if the weather has begun to
turn around, I fear conflicts are about to erupt. Against my wishes, we stopped
forcing the natives out of what they had. Even so, it appears their patience
with us has been spent as they were hostile towards us again. Red Beard
suggests we ease up on them and enjoy the nice weather. But after a heated
debate she cut ties with me. She says my judgment can no longer be trusted, the
fool.
Here’s to hoping
you write back,
Risenpool
Allegate
Your monthly update: June 5th,
1873
Those imbeciles
are destroying what we, what I worked so hard to build. These months in the
remote wilderness have made them weak where it has only made me stronger. When
the natives launched an attack, they surrendered without a second thought,
telling me to do the same. I suggested we retaliate for the attack and spare no
one, but I was quickly dismissed. The weather outside may be sunny, but I sense
storms brewing within my camp. I’m certain those two are conspiring against me,
Even Loafus.
Sincerely
Risenpool
Allegate
To my dearest employer: July 6th,
1873
Why am I
expected to apologize for my actions? I’m trying to revive this group while the
others are trying to run it into the ground. While following my advice to take,
we have done nothing but increase our revenue. Sitting back and waiting for the
natives to like us will get us nowhere. I went against my friends and took what
I could from the natives and was rewarded with forgiving weather. The natives
received my authority well and we had no conflicts this month. Perhaps they’ve
grown to respect my strength and vigor. Perhaps they’re wishing me a happy
birthday.
Yours hopefully
Risenpool
Allegate
Dear employer, where are you? August 5th,
1873
I am still yet
to hear form you sir. I understand you are busy, but I need some type of
guidance if I am to get through these final few months. Things are truly crazy
here. I feel eyes on me everywhere I go and if that wasn’t bad enough the
weather has gotten even worse. After a small incident in the market, the
natives despise me. There was a child that has been following me. He swears
that he has been nowhere near me but I know he has been spying. He probably reports
to the village elders so they can convene on what to do about me. I grew tired
of his lies and struck him, which caused a small uproar in the busy market.
Loafus calmed the dispute, apologizing for me. I don’t see why she did that; I
had nothing to apologize for.
Yours truly,
Risenpool
Alegate
September 5th. 1873
Why are things
turning out this way? I am on edge now due to the village oracle bringing me a
warning. She explained that the coming storm will bring my downfall. I refuse
to believe her. Until the storm comes I will bleed these natives dry. They will
not have food in their mouths if I have anything to do about it. They yell of
my tyranny as dark clouds travel overhead. Red Beard looks at me with disgust
while Loafus looks at me with concern filled eyes. She doesn’t need to worry,
for I believe everything will be fine. Outside my small room I hear rain. Seems
the storm has come.
Yours, Risenpool
Please employer, write back: October 5th,
1873
The rain is
coming down so hard it is difficult to venture outside. This storm has caused
us to loose all of our resources. All the things we worked so hard to gain,
washed away by the storm. With the loss of the resources, I felt something
shift inside me. I don’t know what to do anymore. Why won’t you write back? Are
you there?
Risenpool.
To the bloodthirsty leech: November 5th,
1873
I’m beginning to
question why you sent us here. Nothing seems to grow. Even the natives appear
to struggle with the climate. I’m not sure if you know this dearest employer,
but there is a chance that we could die out here. Are you really filled with
such greed that you would let three good men fall like pawns at your feet? I
feel that you see this all as some big game. Or maybe, you’re not even real.
I’ve had dreams of three women, similar to us save for our glorious beards.
It’s like they’re controlling us. Basing our lives on some frivolous game of
chance. These changes in our relationships and weather are otherwise
unexplainable. It’s like a storm is nothing but a bad card in these women’s
hands. This must sound crazy. I believe our growing hostilities with the
natives are causing my troubles. No matter. It’ll all be over soon.
-Allegate
To Whom It May Concern: December 5th,
1873
If this really
is just all some big game, then I have lost. We had nothing. Loafus and Red
Beard were prepared to leave this god forsaken place empty handed, but I
refused. In a fit of rage I brandished my weapon, demanding something,
anything. But…
My apologies. The blood loss is making it
hard to finish this letter. I know this was not done by a native’s hand. I
could recognize that blade even protruding from the front of my chest. I’m glad
that Loafus was the one to end this. In this sick game, she is the only thing I
consider to be real. The storm seemed to end right as she stabbed me, leaving a
beautiful sunset in place of black clouds.
I feel my time approaching. I regret many
things from this expedition. While I wish I could undo the things I have
burdened the natives with, I am most saddened that I will not live to see
Christmas. Hopefully Loafus and Red Beard get the gifts I had made for them.
Hopefully they
can find it in their hearts to forgive me.
Yours Finally
Risenpool
Allegate
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