-= Santa Vida =-<br/><br/>The message has this to say:<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">Oi, Andrew! We got us some cursed ones on our hands. Kind of a hassle, but I agreed to get 'em help. Their curse only spreads to mortal beings of this plane, so I figured you, a walking mummy, would be the best one to call for this case. Someone else is tryin' to take the curse for his own sick schemes, so...no specific meeting place. Just...you know, find your way to the Dutchman, toot sweet!<br/><div style="text-indent:1em;">--XOXO, Meri</div></span><br/><br/>-= The Noble Stray =-<br/><br/>"Aaaaalright, queue one serving of hamachi sush'," Uncle Theo said, jotting Nami's order down.<br/><br/>"...Man, it feels like forever, huh," Andy said to Nami. "How IS Kyle holding up, or...does no one know?"<br/><br/>Andy did seem to miss Kyle. He can barely recall how long it's been since they've joined forces.