Letter from Captain

Dear love,

Unfortunately my love, I have dyed my armor with blood during the battle against Macdonald

and his beastly troops but I'm fine and yet, we- I shall say Macbeth, managed to slay one by one

down until there was nothing but the bodies of the Norwegian remaining. The fortunate out of

the unfortunate is that brave Macbeth with his mighty brandished steel, carved his way through

until he met Macdonald where he managed to shove his head on a stick upon the bloody

battlefield. Sorry my love, I digressed a for a while but Macbeth's bravery can be ignored by no

men. My bloody armor is now furbished along with my deep wounds and my guts which were

poured out of my body are back in. I must ask, how is life back there. I fainted after the return

from the battlement and now I am about to faint because I am dehydrating because of the lack

of your love. But I will be better- I will be on my way down there about the same time you open

my love full letter.

I will see you soon my loveth.

From your love