I got a letter today from Marion Hood, maid aboard the Forget Me yacht and one time Sherwood Florist bandit.
When she got out of Redlamb, there was no work for someone with a record who wasn’t a singer.
Her partner in grime, Robin Archer, had after a fall, thought himself the Rubber Baron of Amnesia, so it was iconic that the real Rubber Baron was the one who saved her.
But now she says the Rubber Baron is in a bind.
His band is overextended, his chic condos are leaking, his erasers wont and his gloves are all thumbs.
Without any more real rubber trees, he was conned by a fast walking salesman to invest in synthetics.
Now he feels like a real sap.
It all boils down to the fact that Marion may soon be birthless.
She fears she will end up a pirate on Torntoga.
Just another ex-con Valdeez.