Not at all! It totally came across as intended! And was - as per ususal- taken as a much needed dietary supplement.
The whole world being out here makes for a very long period of discovery - who is from where, what background, what motives, what intent, what tone. I discovered well into round one already that you are a sensitive soul, who has no bite (the growl suffices). In round two it became clear you had assumed the same about me and now in round three I take liberties. Apologies. I don't let you catch your breath. I was rushing ahead with a new scene for you to decode. May we pause then to underscore, I take no defensive tone with you, for I could never feel attacked by you. That is a decision I have made a while back already.

I fear I might have been too cryptic, though. But I've been dipping into cryptocurrency affairs, trying and failing to come to terms with it.

I was taking in the view standing shoulder to shoulder on the dock of the bay, looking at your battered boat, being rather sarcastic about the status quo. I don't like what it must be doing to you also in the real world. Even if it isn't doing anything of any import, it's like you say, more than annoying.

I was juxtaposing my florid work with a curt reply: the style you make an considered effort for set off againist what would be preferred by most simple souls. Simple. Short. To the point. Communication is little more, nowadays. Of course, I hadn't missed the "please" without it edited in. I thought you would realise we had passed polite, non-committal; therefore I assumed a modicum of irony in the after thought; and I reciprocated thus, if in bolder print; meaning to point out that your close reading is remarkable (even to me, I am still thinking about what this means) and unparallelled. As if you ever could be blunt to me, and even if you are, I'd dig deeper to read what you are really saying.

On this dock where I work much like the immigrant in Coetzee's "Childhood of Jesus" (odd book: does it work, does it not?) I sometimes get knocked into the water, half drown, recuperate and carry on like a military woman or a crusader, a trooper, a Mary Seacole. You hand me a towel, and give me a "chin up". Only I know too well how endeared I am.

As in all harbours the going is very rough here. You need a lot of callous on the heart. You have some, I have some and so we get a day's work done. Harbours make for seedy places where the seedless may not even belong. But hey, here we are seeded and all. I may have had a former life that depended on harbours. I can imagine if I were me (as a boy) 200 years ago, I would have taken to the seas to keep the chimera alive that there are better places. There are things traded beneath the surface interesting enough to have brought me here; it is all part of the work and you know how I love to work.

The irony, the sarcasm, the dismay is never for you. It is for a world that pretends to be happy with its mango-eaters, Wednesday walkers, smooth operators and (debatably) bombshell models. It means to armour against the scouring money and burdensome debt and the waste of time made actually for the things we need as human creatures, not the things death wants for supper.

I do realise - and hence fall ever into lengthier prose - that it is a never ending challenge to communicate efficiently (without causing confusion or upset) with the very limited means we have in any form of communication. Written messages are the worst. It has been a difficult life for me ever since letters (epistles) went out of fashion. Two or three life times ago,I suppose, when we still wrote for the passage of time, letters that we hoped would survive in the hull from here to the Indes. But in trust, with you, I commune.