So after lots of time on the seas, I finally lay my eyes on that ivory beast. The elusive, magnificent and coveted.... Shrouded Ghost. Alone I be, sailing upon my sloop the “Sea Hag”. The mighty beast bursts though the Sea in a mighty and grand display of power, strength and authority. I quickly drop the anchor as she begins to encircle the sloop.
I load my pistol and eye of reach, I grab as many cannonballs as my sea hardy body can carry! I can hear her swimming, the powerful waves reflecting off her tough alabaster hide. Her powerful tail sailing her enormous hulk through the water with ease and precision. I line up my cannon and wait eagerly for her to swim in to my sight. BOOM, BOOM, BOOM the cannon roars! Smoke and heat rising from the weapon, my shots be true! The beast swiming past the prow of the Sea Hag circling, seeking , aching for a opening. She finds one! Charging the cannon her maw great and terrible bearing down upon me as I stare into her eye. I fire two shot down her gullet! Her breath foul, her teeth sharper than broken coral. She hits the sea hag in a awesome display of mass, power and hatred.
At that moment I realize I have offended the gods. The ship spins, plummeting deeper and deeper into the ocean... I blackout, I try and try to wake only to see on my every attempt... Strawberrybeard.
Rare will never be forgiven for this. Mainly because I was told in short “to bad, you can’t prove it...”
