"Bloody cann'bal 'avages! Who te' hell d'they thinks thar dealin wit'here. Cle'ner up dar lands arr nay tribal berries, the Nerves! I 'ave been losing men left and right down in 'em lost lands and the snake still be a'comn strong. Yar boys besta' gear up for some hikin'in them untamed lands ter meet the 'avage kingy Rhudda. Tell 'hem Holley sent you as 'is Diplomats to renew trade. Durn 'ake NAY fer an answer! lest ye mates care ter hang by yer necks from that ther' scale o' bal 'nce in paxlair city. Dissapoint me and yer shur' tah hang, them berries are too valueable ta' lose right now, demand is high and dabloons ar' ta be made." Exclaimed Kerrs as he set down his third bottle of pirate brew ale.

The men haven't seen the commodore this mad since the King tried to set fire to Port Baldmor. Commodore Holley had good reason to be angry though, with the Ophidian Wars raging, the Red Dagger Pirates have dwindled in numbers greatly. The fear that DAGR may no longer have the man power to patrol the seas sat heavy on him. What if a new pirate crew came and took the seas over? No, we need this trade agreement to put gold in our treasury and attract possible replacements for those fallen sailors. The few seasoned pirates left in the crew gathered their resources and awaited the Commodores next commands. "Dreckfel, Mad Jack, and Buds since ya three haver been ter'dem lost lands countless times im sending only yous. I cannot risk losing more of the crew than we 'ave lefts, so A'vry body not called stays b'hind." said Holley. From there the three seasoned fighters set sail from Port Baldmor to the Serpent pillar out in the middle of the high seas to be transported to the lost lands.

"All this trek'in is'ar making me feet sore" complained Dreckfel. "Keep moving ya lout erse you want'er hang by ya'neck like Kerrs said" replied Mad Jack " won't be too long from here now anyways". After landing in the lost lands in an undisclosed location the three pirates set off on a two day journey through the heat and masquito ridden jungle to finally reach their destination. The commodore was right about the savages, they cared little for talk unless they were forced to listen. The three pirates made themselve ready for what lay ahead. With a roar of battle cries they launched themselves into the mix of undead and liches until they were able to reach the wooden fort of the savages. "We are here to speak with the-" Dreckfel did not get to finish his sentence due to a spear suddenly striking him in the shoulder. Buds dragged Dreckfel into a descrete clearing to bandage up the flesh wound, while Mad Jack started off the negotiating with a blaze of sword slashing! Before long all three were in heavy battle against one young savage or another. They all seemed to be coming in from nowhere and everywhere.

"Up thar, perhaps the kingy is hiding out in thar lit 'le room!" shouted Buds as his arrow struck down yet another savage. "Mad Jack keep these Sav 'ges busy while I try ter talkin' sence inter'em, jers' don keel hual tem all bef 're i canst getter word in!" shouted Dreckfel over the wounded dying. After some while Dreckfel's words got through to them, they even seemed a little scared when he told them of Holley's demands and conditions. The threat of more pirates coming in to finish off their tribe sunk into those thick skulls and the fighting stopped. Some what. One of the Savages took the list of demands that laid on the roughly chizzeled table and exclaimed she will personally deliver em to her tribal king. We made it clear to the Savage holding the demands that it must make it to the king else we would return with more pirates. Even though this was not true because Kerrs couldnt risk more crew casualties, the Savage bought the bluff. With a grin set on each of our faces we left the camp in haste to make it back to our glorious diamond sparkling seas and home. Check back next week to see if Commodore Kerrs and the Savage King have come to a trade agreement