i grimaced, another day workin, slavin away fer th' likes o' these misserble lubbers. workin me way honestly (fer th' most part anyway) towards gettin meself a new ship was no lookin' profitable anymore. i needs ta find me a quicker way ta go 'bout this. per'aps tis time to be headin back ta th' coast. i've stowed away enough ta hire me a couple o' swabs, i'll gamble on th' prospect o' findin a few buckos lookin' fer adventure. once i'm at th' helm of a grand ol' vessel, i'll get me riches back. one merchant at a time. <img src="/ubbthreads/images/graemlins/badsmile2.gif" alt="" />
arr, here's that big smelly orc again. nearly emptied the kitchen's last night, 'e did. 'e sure seems excited about somethin. and- is that a rat sittin on his shoulder? seems i should tell tha innkeeper 'bout this, being unsanitary an' all. but rats do be good luck on a ship, i'll let 'im be.
suddenly, somethin that ol' orc said caught me ears. that rat seems ta be bringin me tha luck, since there's no ship hereabouts.
"pardon, but did i hear a mention o' the sea? i 'appen ta be a fine captain, if'n ye be needin somebody ta steer."
if'n i can get these folks ta get me ta th' coast, i'll be sailin 'fore the tide turns.
