A plea to Pirate sensibilities

A messenger rushes to your front line, breathlessly dropping to his knees and offering a scroll with upraised arms.

Theoden King, King Agamemnoff, and Pirate King,

Your military prowess is being exercised and displayed in a truly magnificent fashion. I will confess that I had no anticipation you would have such massive strength in so short an order.

Henna has nothing to offer you in respectable resistance. We are at your mercy.

Please, I beg you, Kings, to permit my people to live. Hear my pleas, and I promise you I will be a loyal and competent ally. We will capitulate to Rohan, Campeche, and Yourcenae by whatever terms you desire.

Please, do not squash our nascent nation!

I plead with you for mercy.

On humble knees,
Matriarch of Henna