Chapter 1

So I was thinkin' thar, who will be remembrin' bout me an me crew in few years, if die to some sturdy lubber, or all goblins at Salty Dawg will get drunk to death. No one! That's why i be figurin' out that i be needin' a log where i be writin' all our deeds. One day some adventurer might find it with me swag an' tell the story of mightiest crew on all seas to everyone, arr!

Ye, so thar goes..

Chaptar 1

T'day i was hangin' aroun the Salty Sailor as usual, and thar was this litta goblin, forgot what his name was. We been chattin' about them ships an' seafarin', and than he tells me dat if i be wantin' me own boat i shoulda pay visit to some Van Cleef lad who be hidin' from the militia in Westfall!
Arr! 'Tis couldn't be any easier. We'll just go thar with me crew and pillage the place, an' steal the boat of this pale skinned cavelubber, yohoho!

So i be takin' me magical heart.. hearth.. the stone, an' shoutin' to me crew :

Avast lads! We be plunderin' some landlubber cove t'day, arr! Assemble at sunset at grom'gol camp!

I be arrivin' at grom gol at sunset, an' guess what? Thar be no one thar! I be hearin' only me beauty Mekhat crackin' some croc skulls in the distance. Privateer Leljin is already at that Westfall place, an' Undabuh is sea serpents know where.

I tell me First Dame Mekhat "Avast me beauty! We be goin' ta plunder, leave'm crocs, c'mon!". An' we be swimmin' towards Westfall. Along the way we found some longea.. uh.. trolls on the island thar, but they be sayin' we not strong enough ta help'em. Phew! Stormscales not strong enough, if that junglelubber only knew the power of.. uh.. we be gettin' back ta him later.
So we be swimmin' , an' thar be this sweet little island an' beautifull sunset, so we stopped there with me dame fer a while thar ta have some fun, if ye catch me drift that is, yar har har.

Finally we arrive at 'tis moonbrock.. moonbock.. moon-something place. Thar be some lubbers thar, couldnae tell the difference from defias bandit if i were smacked with either in the head ta be honest. We ignore'em an' proceed deeper into tha mine.

Long story short, we plundered the place, looted all their swag thar, killed the first mate (was one tough bull thar, but nuttin' that could stop the capt'n that is!), an' whacked the ships captain, arr!
Than we challenge the Cleef guy. Bastard had some sneaky guards there, but again, stormscales laid waste to all of em.

Ye.

An' now comes the hard part lads. We were about ta depart with me new ship, so i took a litta walk aroun'. And then it struck me..

The bloody landlubber moron built a ship in an underground lake!

Ye gods! Thar was no way ta take the ship, other than dismantlin' it an' caryring back to that beach. Oh woe.

A bit saddened by this event, we wenta check how be folks livin' in the senlit.. uh.. guards hill place.
Along the way, just a bit outside the moon town i be seein a 'NOME runnin. Some youngster i be thinkin', so i ignore 'im.
Now i tell ye, all those lads hangin' aroun stormwind be morons to be sure! Stupid 'nome tries ta freeze me hooves an' jumps up.
Unfortunately fer him i just had me claymore unsheathed and the stupid thing jumped right onto it, impaling its litta body before i coulda even blink.

Now a suprise! 't was no ordinary 'nome, we found insignia of some othar corsair crew on it! If i saw that earlier i woulda chop its head off before it got close ta me, arr!

So we go ta guardians hill place, look aroun' causin' no harm, when some (did i tell ye they all be morons?) youngstars draw out their weapons an' try ta mob us. I kill two with one swing of me sword, an' leljin stabs through out some poor sod thar. Me beauty took out some totems of hers an' burned another few alive.

Disgusted by their sheer stupidity we be leavin' the place, poor bastids didnt even have any swag ta loot, bleh. Now we be headin' ta Swamp of sadness or sumthin', need ta talk with the wind ridar thar.

Now we be runnin' through 'tis duskwood place. Quite creepy if ye ask me. Wolves, undead, bandits, the scum of all kind thar. Yet we meet no resistance. Me first dame changed into that wolf of hers and went ta scout, way ahead of us.
So thar be meself, Leljin an' Undabuh runnin.
Suddenly almost at that rottin' village of them hummies i see an elf, arr! It sure has some swag fer us! So i charge it.. or was it her an' we put 'er where 'er place was, to tha groun'. Some coppers an' no swag, lotsa herbs, roots, leaves.. them elves dont be carryin' any golds ye see. Not even worth the effort.

We be kinda regroupin' on the pumpkin field nearby, eatin' an whatnot, when same warrior and some well seasoned 'nome mage attack us. Long story short, we put'em down again, Leljin died a bit, but then after undabuh brought him to life he looted a diaper from the 'nome an' was all happy, trolls are weirdos if ye ask me.

Now we be headin' our way, an' those two are annoyin' us again. Yet again we slam'em to tha groun', fart in their general direction and we be headin' to tha swamp..

An' guess what! The bloody pesky pesty moron mage comes back again! With some human mage friend which is even more seasoned than we all are! So wit' this suprise kinda attack they change me an' undabuh into sheeps an' stand thar laughing at us. What they didn't know is that thar be Leljin stalkin' in them shadows. Soon enough he stabs the mage, an' im gettin' back into me bull form again. I take me crest an' shield an start ta whack the seasoned human, i almost get him, but he freezes me hooves an' runs away!
But! THAR BE NO ESCAPE FROM CAPT'N!
Ye. So i take out me musket, aim, fire, bang headshot! The mage drops dead to tha groun'! Meanwhile the 'nome be tacklin' me boys thar and tries ta sheep me again! I slam the poor sod in its litta head with me shield, Leljin slits its throat an' undabuh calls all powers of earthmothar ta punish the litta freak of nature.

The stormscales are victorious again! An' the seasoned mage had some nice swag on him, arr!

Eventually we manage ta reach the village on them swamps. An' there it starts..

Leljin starts braggin' about the swag he foun' in them mines. An' the swag he ever saw, an he yaps an yaps, on an' on. Annoyed as the whole crew were i demoted him back ta Sharkbait, that kinda shut his piehole fer a while.

We sell the useless swag in the shop thar, an' count our coins.

'Twas a good day fer Stormscale Corsairs to be sure. Soon enough we find ourselves in 'r hamooks an' get well deserved rest.