Wrench: Aye Mateys! Capture the Booty!

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Harr there Mateys! Welcome back t' "Wrench's Ultimate Adventures"! Today we wiped the decks with some pesty bilge rats workin' for the Leviathan Pirates! Buckle up bucko, because brethren of the coast went to sleep left an' right! Alright settle down setle down... QUENCH YOUR EXCITEMENT DAMN IT! Let's start with the borin' stuff.

We wanted to seize the likes of the red sashes for quite a time now, an' finally we got the chance to. Lyssa, a two faced wretched lass she is, gave us a contact, surrrrnamed the "Alchemist" within the red sashes to bring plunder of bunch to 'em. A barrell at least of the finest demon blood to be exact! Bloody hell, what a bounty this would be! How to get it though? Next shipment's due in eight days. So what did ol' cap Wrench do? As he does, hits up an old pal of em', Jul with which I, i mean he, has probably only spoken to in passing thrice... Jul, you see, is an expert in demon blood dealin's. Kinda his job aye! So we went to get a hold of 'em an' he promised us a vessel, his FINEST of Man-O'-Wars... or was it a Galley? Aye what difference does it make.

With this mighty war ship and a designated captain, hidden in pure blackness, we set out to chase this shipment of demon blood. A wise ol' cap once said "Dead Men Tell No Tales", but he lied. He told me lots of tales and he is dead now, so what is all that about? So instead o' blowin' the men down, we tranquilised the crew from scallywag over quartermaster to captain. Young Lad Frey did an amazin' job if I do say so meself.

We got aboard the ship, secured the booty and grabbed some official papers. It took way longer than expected because our sea washed navigator had no intention of dirtying his lady hands! After tellin 'em to show a leg, he finally helped me hieve the barrels on deck of our vessel. Sadly, no shots ran across the bow an' I couldn't quite get the thrill outta the bountyhuntin' that I wanted, but there's always another fight aye!

On our way to dropoff, from far above, in the crowsnest, or rather half a foot up from me, Frey spotted a dead mans soul! A GHOST MATEYS! He had unfinished business as it seems, so, sadistic as our spiritual Scourge of the seven seas is, he sucked in the ghost of the ol' Crows leader in goal of lettin' Lyssa dance the hempen jig! Guess that is happenin' now?