Gather 'round yah gits I got a story to tell yah.
It was a simple and bright day, the 3 salty pirates sailing, Yonder, Sock, and Graven. Each a wild dog in their own way Yonder the battle hungry, Sock the bearded lady, and Graven the explosive mad man.
They set forth into the Devil's Roar gold on their mind and wind at their backs. The adventure started off poorly if anything can be said about the Krooza's ongoing luck. The first island they landed on promptly erupted "VOLCANO!!!" Graven howled as the island began to belch black smoke. Rowboat laden with loot they set forth to turn it in. Off in the distance they saw a ship on the Marrow Outpost. A Sloop a tiny dainty little sloop, all alone. A Wide evil grin spread across Yonder's face, and then one spread across Graven's, Sock watched on from the wheel. Graven eagerly grabbed something and dove from the deck into the water.
The sloop was unaware, the owner a new arrival to these wild sea's. Why such an untested soul entered the Devil's roar is beyond me. A single sloop with a single sailor, his cloths still fresh, he watched slightly in awe as this Brig approached the cannons raised in sign of peace. On the deck a figure was waving happily at him, but there were only two?
"Happy Birthday!!!" the figure shouted
Then he heard it, a pop, a hiss right behind him. The young man felt fear in his heart as he slowly turned to see a soaking wet smiling Graven powder keg clutched in his fingers "HAPPY BIRTHDAY!!" before he could respond the keg popped...... it wasn't even his birthday.
