The burns are faded now, just light-red marks upon my skin. My convalescence will, thankfully, be short. I hear you are married now. How amusing is fate. I know you’d thought I’d perished there when the yacht exploded. It was quite a sight to watch from the safety of the shore. Did you feel me there, behind you, as that wreck sank with the sun into the depths of the sea? I think, at times, you almost did, when she shivered and you pulled her in close. How conniving are women. Well, the truth is I was out before you made it to the lifeboat, despite the great care you two took to lock me in before your departure.
I have asked myself what would be the most appropriate wedding present I could give you two; something for you to take on your honeymoon. Somehow, though, I feel that this mere epistle will have the desired effect. I look forward to seeing you two soon.
Tale Told 