To: The Brotherhood [TBH]; From: Dr. Rico Casillas; Subj.: Escape from psychiatry

[Hunor]

Mis amados Hermanos y Hermanas!



What a year or years I have had! Bruhh! Neither rum, nor my ship, nor weapons, nor human experiments, not a severed leg or hand to cut, was nothing *he stares forward with bled eyes without blinking*. Nothing but a cramped white room and lots of medicine. Every day I could only think of when I could return to my family and to my chicas on Planet Crete. Luckily for me, sacrificing the lives of my torturers, I get away from what I call true hell. "They" said I am crazy, a pirate, convicted and punished for a lifetime in the white room, kept in that box. *he yells, pondering the world*

What? That I?
*he laughs and taps his fist into the dashboard*

Crete's proud son! I can't be locked in a cage! I am free as the souls I have been able to help achieve healing.

I'm on my way home to Crete! I hope they're still a room for me to go home. I want to regain the glamor and feeling that made me a member of the majestuoso Corsair fleet. Please show me where I can find all that was taken away from me by force. Is there still Rum and the chicas on Planet Crete are still sweating? I can't wait to bring the past to life with The Brotherhood *after the outburst of anger the helmet floats in tears of joy*.