This note consists of hastily scrawled instructions, mostly orders to members of a search party.
The old fool has to be somewhere! Even Vengaul can't disappear into thin air. I want patrols by the ship, and I want someone to get a hold of that damn wench he favors. She's usually around the Seedy Tavern somewhere. Take her downstairs and find out where Vengaul would hide himself. Shut down all his plans, boys, and when we find that fool we'll be rich as kings! I won't let him give up the chance at the largest ransom we've ever seen! We're doing things MY way now.