My Dearest Anamaria,

My Love, My Beauty, My Inspiration, et cetera,

By now you've no doubt noticed that your boat is missing. Have no fear; I assure you, your fine little craft is in the safest of hands and will be put to the noblest of uses. (Incidentally, did you know there was a leak?) Understand, I would certainly have asked permission to borrow it, but you looked so lovely lying there asleep that I simply hadn't the heart to wake you. I'm certain, my darling, that I can count upon you to understand.

And I most certainly do not want to seem unappreciative of the lovely evening we spent together. I shall treasure it always. What was the name of that pub, again? I thought the ale was a little weak And I do apologize that our dinner was interrupted by that surly bloke with the grudge and the meat cleaver. Honestly, it's not as if he and Bernice were even married. But I digress.

At any rate, I'm sure you'll be able to find a new boat with a minimum of trouble and expense. Speaking of which, I had to borrow the contents of your coin purse in order to pay off a few inconvenient debts before leaving, but since it's not as if there was much in there anyway, I'm sure you won't be unduly troubled by the loss.

I'm certain we shall have a good hearty laugh over all this when next we meet.

As always, affectionately, and so on,

Captain Jack Sparrow

P.S. That last bottle of rum you kept under your bed is gone too. Sorry.