Deep inland, further than any pirate lass wishes to trudge, began our insane danger fraught quest for treasures.  Newly hired a dark Drow elf of suspicious background warned we need see a certain fortune teller.  We traveled this wild land at the request of one, and I must say t’was not entirely uneventful.  Tis meant to be a Ship’s log and yet here we art traveling roads of dust and stone.  What a silly thing for a sea hound to do.

Nearing the Old Teller’s hideaway many of my crew found themselves a bit more than worried.  Strange trees grew close and slimy together.  What trees art these that would devour a man just at the touch?  Tis reason enough to stay to the open sea.

"Mind ye'r steps boys, tis a vexing spirit afoot!"

A small clearing deep in the wooded grove revealed something some would say a house. T’was more a lot of sticks put together and tossed against the side of a tree. Low light and eerie candles burned showing the way to a table and short bench. Out from the tree, it seemed but how is that possible, came a tall very dark female Drow with long ash white hair that hung low to her knees. She said nothing to us, not for certain she knew we were there, only sat at the table, shuffled the deck of cards and started placing them face up.

"Tiss’a barry bad Omen dis one, Missy Capt’n. Tiss’a lotsa barry baad tings dat a happen to de if de wants diss treasure."

Shudders and deep groaning came from my crew at this announcement.

"Tis not to bother ye’r sorry soggy heads about, boys! We sail at Dawn." Says I.

Leavin that place t’was no small matter and none of us could quite shake the vision we had of her. Our new Drow crewmate ‘was specially vexed by her words. Methinks this lad has seen too many of this teller’s words come true. ‘Twasnt going to dismiss the words but ‘twasnt gonna let them stop me either. Tis a great hunt we art preparing and no mere words are gonna take that from me. The ocean is my home and the seas will be whats kills me. Some would say tis tonight my last sail will be set.

With the dawn came foul weather and even fouler moods. None wanted to start yet none wanted to stay either. Damn witch hexed us all!

"Com’n boys lets set sail and get this over with."

*Squawk* “No sun No sun" *Squawk*

"And someone shoot this Mouthy Bird!"

"Raise anchor, right full rudder put ye’r backs into it boys!"

We’d barely set out of sight of land when the sea grew dead calm. Miserable sky and not a bird to be seen not even so much as a ripple in the water accompanied us. The low rumble of a deep sea serpent greeted us followed by some other vile wet creature. They t’was dispatched well enough but t’wasn’t gonna be our last time seeing this. Over and over we hit dead seas with low rumblings of sea serpents and water spouts. Suddenly the luck t’was quite changed as we sailed into debris of ice and pieces of long broken ships.

"Tis the ‘vil Oooomen Capt’n! Narry a ship shalt return from the End of the World."

T’was quite clear this be the sentiment of all aboard, but t’was too far to turn back without the prize we saught. So on we sailed slow and steady watching for the beasts of the depth as well as the ice that would surly rip the hull asunder.

"Burg ahead, Capt’n, Right full rudder, Pull about, Steady boys Steady as she goes."

Commands went a flyin as we hit a heavy field of burgs and other debris. Then again the sea grew silent. T’was a different eerie silence than t’other times.

"Starboard, Capt’n What is That?"

Long and low a steady ripple, if that’s whacha want to call it, came streaming to us. It moved the ice’s like they was fallen leaves in wind. When I’se seen it t’was none too happy to be out in this water having to deal with the likes of that!

Low I spoke calm and quiet like. “Steady boys, tis a Kraken and we’ve faced it afore, we’ll face it again and be better for it Id say. Take up arms and load the guns, Steady as she goes. Rum all around when battles done, me lad’s!"

A long harsh tentacle rose above the bow threatening to take a sail, the battle was on and the Kraken gave a good fight. Several injuries and one fatality, that of the kraken, followed our bloody and cramped battle field. In the end, kraken isn’t such bad fixins if ye’r hungry enough. Our galley flooded so the night was spent cold and on deck. An old barrel was used to make a fire for cooking and to keep from freezing in these icy waters.

Early next morn the navigator informed us that our target destination t’was within sight and we should try to man the nets. All morning and well into the afternoon we tossed nets and brought up ice and dead fish. Foul waters these be, no wonder a ship was lost here. Why a ship from the king would be passing in these waters is far beyond my comprehension. Whatever the cause ours is the bounty of the foolish sailings of those obviously belonging on dry land.

Late day finally gave a long heavy haul. Revealed first t’was a portrait quite waterlogged of a beautiful woman in a green gown. Then we found some not so desirable items that were best left at sea. Finally our desired bounty! A sparkling white chest full of boundless riches and treasure was pulled from the murky depths.

"Fly away Home my boys! We have what we came for!"

Our time retreating t’was met with fewer creatures than our entry and no Krakens. But I must say, at any rate we did arrive home in safety and in the same piece we began. Back in the harbor we had rum all around and told many tales of our adventure, some wert even true!