"Special Delivery!" The postman's cry as he landed on the mailbox, was loud enough that it could have penetrated the fog of lifelessness that hung around Tetra back on the ship.
"We got another letter?" Ciela asked. "Who's it from?"
"Forget that. Did we get anything we can sell?" Linebeck called from the docks. "Repairs don't come cheap, kid."
The postman shrugged, handing the paper to Link. Ciela flew over his shoulder, her wings canted down. "I can't read the handwriting. Can you?"
Link shook his head, turning the letter this way and that.