A lonely entry

As you finish reading the last chapter, you skim through the log looking for more. Somewhere in the middle of the book between empty pages you find a single entry..

'tis the hard decision fer me ta make, but bull havta do what bull havta do! After lying in bed fer last whole week AGAIN, I've decided that it be the highest time fer me ta sail out lookin fer a cure. 'tis a long and lonely journey that i must take. Alas i cannae be the capt'n of the Stormscale Corsairs anymore, or maybe i can, but them lads won't do any good without any commander.

Unfortunately no one stepped up fer commandment, and i saw me boys frequentin' the port less and less, some of 'em were lost to them seas long ago.

'tis a sad day fer me, leavin' all me mates, all me battle brothers and sisters. I be missin keelhaulin' them 'nomes fer sure. But then i wont havta see the elves sittin' in the corner holdin' their ankles an' sobbin'. Aspecially that one elf warrior with weird weapons.. I be missin' goldmane walkin' Sjin around the stables in arathi, but i wont miss Sjin's club or rodents to be sure, damn crybabies the members are!

I might be returnin' back ta Azeroth one day, when me remedy is found. Fer now i be leavin' this log at the Salty Sailor so the landlubbers drinkin' ale can learn about the great adventures of Capt'n Weebull Flametotem an' his mighty crew of Stormscale Corsairs.

Chapter 8

Thar be this one time in the year they be callin' All Hallows Eve. 's about ghosts, havin' fun, makin' tricks an' havin' a cooldown before mournin' ye deads.


At this time both horde and them shaved monkey alliance be celebratin' an doin' lots of weird stuff. Them corpse lads put tha big pumpkin in the throne hall of Loaderon. The innkeepers were givin' out trick or treat packages, includin' weird magics, costumes. Thar were bobbin' apples too! The best thingie I got was the growth enchant, made me an' me kodo bigger than eva! All the lads an' lasses were droolin' at me might! Lotsa fun ta be sure har har.



Meanwhile we got an invasion of them defias pirates! All in all they were great lads, an' some say them lasses were fine too - i guess that depends if one be diggin' shaved monkeys or not, eh? I saw 'em trolls droolin' over the yellow haired piratess.. har har. But then trolls are weird anyway so 's nuttin' unusual i be guessin.

The final part of the festival was held by this dead elv they be callin' syphilus.. sylphanas.. syl something. Them deads made this big hay statue they call a wickerman.
Fine with me, i guess. Hay statue, some taurens coulda munch on dat i think. But! If ye be in advanced state of brainrot like them deads are ye think differently! So they made this statue and then they figured out they be BURNINATIN' it! I mean, what the hell? Why would one make a ship an' then sink it? 'nless thats a landlubber ship filled with swag.. but it wasn't!
Either way, the deads burned the hey, and it seemed they enjoyed it. The crowd was exctatic an' whatnot.

After the ceremonial burnin' thar was anothar contest. We were asked ta crash the alliance party! We were given green eggs an' were ordered ta stink the southshore ta boot! An' many of us did.

I sure be lookin' forward ta next years competitions ta be sure.

Chaptur 7

After gettin' lotsa swag fer me mount I hadta return home ta Booty bay an' help me uncle Seahorn with them bloodsails.

The red pirates arent much'a threat, altho they be in vast numbers so I was spendin' quite a few days keelhaulin' them along the whole southarn shore, arr.

So this one time i be smackin' them bloodysails an' I see them lads in shiny armors on them shiney horsies. Paladins, eh? Lads always told me not ta trust those, but I thought they shoulda be honorable 'n stuff.
I mean, if I as a pirrrate can, why couldn't they, eh? So i loot me last bloodsail an' try ta pass beside them, i notice the 'Brotherhood of Honr' marks on their armor.

An' guess wha? THEM BASTARDS KEELHAULED ME! Bloody no good scum i tell ye. Honor me ass! They stunned me with their spells an' sent to them fishes. I be wonderin' what kinda 'holy' diety they stand fer.

After some time i got up from the sand an' placed an oath never ta trust a paladin, an' make those boys life miserable thar. Ima get'em one day i tell ye, ima get'em!