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.