To betray a friend is to leave them out in the cold.
To take from their hands and embrace them as brothers only when they have something to offer.
You sat at my table, you looked me in the eye and you swore we were friends.
My people sit, now, alone again, the way that it was, the way that it should be.
As we speak elements of my Elite Fighter corps are burning your ships.
This is the beginning of the end for you.
You betrayed the wrong "Friend"
Run now, to the waiting bosom of the Corsairs...
for you know that Sephardi and Montoya,
the men who have usurped your will and have done nothing for you in the past,
they are all too eagre to exploit you again.