Sterkvark the Pirate went ever deeper into the Swamp, where he went native for a while...He wandered in a nightmare until one day he reached the very heart of darkness...
...the Grim Guzzler, where not even the floorshow could arouse him from the depths of despair.
With no ship and no crew his life was without purpose, as empty as Shattrath after WotLK.
So he drank...
...and he brawled...
...until even the Dark Iron Dwarves got sick of him and booted him to Booty Bay...
"I must go down to the seas again, to the lonely sea and the sky,
And all I ask is a tall ship and a star to steer her by,
And the wheel's kick and the wind's song and the white sail's shaking,
And a gray mist on the sea's face, and a grey dawn breaking.
I must go down to the seas again, for the call of the running tide
Is a wild call and a clear call that may not be denied;
And all I ask is a windy day with the white clouds flying,
And the flung spray and the blown spume, and the sea-gulls crying.
I must go down to the seas again, to the vagrant gypsy life,
To the gull's way and the whale's way, where the wind's like a whetted knife;
And all I ask is a merry yarn from a laughing fellow-rover,
And quiet sleep and a sweet dream when the long trick's over"
- John Masefield
Finally, he got wind of a ship, a grand ship, the finest pirateship ever built, and what is more he was offered command of her!
"At last!" though Sterkvark, "Me luck has finally come around!"
The ship was everything he had been told and more...
But she was also underground, in a remarkable oversight of engineering that meant she would never put to sea.
It was the final indignity.
"I have done with roving!" swore Sterkvark. "Time to hang up me cutlass."
So he took out his hearthstone and bade good-bye to the pirate life...
For old pirates never die...
They just go home to Momma!
The End
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