This is a true tale I swear upon my father’s watery grave may Besmara strike the wind from my sails if it is not.
More dangers lurk upon the sea than Cheliaxian raiders and often when you feel the safest she will lure you into more trouble than a handsome boy in a bath house, or so I have heard told.
The sea was deep and calm when we sought anchor off a shoal of islands too small to bother any map maker. The moon hung low and bright overhead as we drank, sang and shared tales on deck before heading to our bunks, leaving the watch to keep the ship safe.
It was a pleasant dream I was woken from when screams and calls for help sounded from the upper decks. All around me pirates leapt from hammock, weapons at the ready, running for the stairs and I joined the steady stream. Like a bottle of rum uncorked we flowed onto the deck, intent upon the deaths of those who would dare disturb our slumber. One by one my fellows slowed to a slack jawed halt blocking my way so I had to wriggle and push my way to the front to come face to face with 10 of the biggest sea trolls you would ever encounter. Hundreds of sea trolls must name these grandfathers and tonight they would mourn.
Captain Morgan burst from his cabin waving his cutlass and shouting for us to take them before they capsized the ship. I could see Shiny and Ratpeg enter the fray leaping for one of the green haired beasts as it flung a pirate overboard. Shiny king hit it in the ankle and I swear a ripple of pain moved up its leg to end in its oversized skull as its eyes went out like twin light spells extinguished. Ratpeg gave it a casual stab in the throat as he leapt overhead and behind the next one as the first toppled to the decks sending our crewmates running to avoid being crushed. Captain Morgan was making progress on a beast of his own but with each passing second another pirate went in the drink or worse.
Azothil leapt into the water to rescue the unconscious from an untimely death while those still on board tried to assist by clearing the decks of the fallen trolls and generally staying out of the way of live troll and deadly officer alike. As the ugliest troll sized up the main mast thinking to make a toothpick from it I began to call upon the might of the sea storms. Blindingly bright beams cracked from the sky as everyone’s hair lifted on end and the stench of cooked meat filled the air. As my eyesight cleared the last five trolls hit the deck in unison rocking the ship so hard a small tidal wave swept off to drown the islands.
Silence descended once again to be broken by Captain Morgan calling for the healers to attend the wounded below and crews to clean the deck, reminding us all that we way anchor at sunrise which was only a few hours away. We officers shared a smile and a nod as we headed to our assignments knowing the captain never doubted our ability to best our foes and keep the lying wench and her crew sailing the seas. Now who wants to see some sea troll teeth?