As your starship cruises through the expanse of space, you receive a message from a dear old friend.
My dear friend,
A sylvan heir forced us to a-long paint. (t, w) I find sun cloth in your protected shirt. (s, s) A ship with slandering perception to gratuitously kick is on a sheep sheet. (l, f, r)
Finally, pair up and search for the triplet. Meet me in that sector number.
What is trying to be said here? Why all the secrecy?