"Sure I did," Alfred said with an easy shrug. It was such little effort on his part, really, to write a letter, and he was assuming the ordeal would stop there as the other captain would be all too eager to return the trunks and get the air between the two of them clear again. "The honor of my entire profession is at stake here. I mean, if you can't trust a sailor..." he joked with a goofy smile. He was being a bit tongue-in-cheek due to the reputation that sailors tended to have, but he could also make a very valid (in his opinion, anyway) argument that they ought to be some of the most honorable men you could find. The officers, anyway. He wasn't sure he would vouch for every member of his crew — he'd seen some of them make some pretty questionable life choices, particularly in foreign ports.

"It's a good thing your mother did have spare dresses for you," he pointed out as he moved back up to the sofa. "It would have been quite the scandal if you were walking around in the same dress you traveled in for three weeks."