Purveyors of Plunder · Dealers in Dread · Outfitters of the High Seas
"Whether you seek instruments of navigation, tools of treachery, or the finest documents this side of a king's pardon — we have provisioned the most feared captains since before your grandfather was pressed into service."
— each article guaranteed authentic, mostly legal, and entirely deadly —
Forged in the fires of Tortuga by the blind optician Malachar Finn, this brass spyglass extends to reveal lenses ground from sea glass salvaged off the wreck of the Santa Compañía. Through its cursed glass, distant storms appear as clear as noon — and the dead appear plainly aboard ghost ships three leagues out.
Fourteen sheets of finest calfskin vellum, three goose-quill pens sharpened to lethal points, two iron-gall inks (one invisible to any eye not born under a blood moon), a brass compass rose calibrated to magnetic north AND to treasure north, and a leather satchel stitched with the hide of a sea serpent.
Mixed from lampblack, iron sulfate, and the bitter tears of a betrayed quartermaster, this ink does not fade. Once the Black Spot is written, the recipient has forty-eight hours before fate closes in. Includes one raven-feather quill, one cracked obsidian inkwell with silver lid, and one sheet of aged parchment pre-stained with rum.
Bound in blackened sharkskin, clasped with a skull-and-crossbones lock (key included), and pre-ruled with columns for plunder tallies, crew debts, and grudges outstanding. 312 pages of heavy cream stock that resists water, fire, and the prying eyes of admiralty courts. A ship's financials, kept honest or otherwise.
— given freely under no duress (that we shall admit) —
The Kraken's Eye saw through three leagues of fog and spotted the treasure galleon before any man in my crew. Worth every piece of eight and a fair measure more.
Blackwater's cartography kit saved my life when the admiralty burned my charts. Drew a new route from memory on that vellum — held up in saltwater for six days.
Wrote a Black Spot in the provided ink. Recipient surrendered his post within thirty-seven hours. No further questions will be entertained.