Ol' Black Croc

[Old Man Roleplay 380]

The Sail of an Ol' Black Croc.

 

Many moons ago, in a faraway land

We met an old man with a hook for a hand

He showed us a map that lead to treasure untold

He said, "I'll give ye the map, if ye give me some gold"

 

 

Not so far away, from the barren sees, where you cease to be, sails a boat with a message in it. Not a letter, or a note. Not a messenger giving a quote. A simple sign of a Santegian flag covered in blood. At the event of The Grand Harvest 10th, 1645, a group of outlaws broke into the docks of the city of Presa de Madera and crook one of the Santegian battle frigates. Unfortunately, there was no guard force to stop them, since the last and most loyal guard, Arhur the Half-Orc, was in the numbers of the thieves.

The frigate with black sails raised up, and a crocodile skull on it's bow, plows the free waters of Atlas ocean. Loud and drunk shanty would be heard: "King is a Fool! We hate him so much, oh Devil, let Us step on his Hunch!". Sung the rebels and deserters of Santegia.

The Black Sails were spotted at the sees near Norland and Haelun'or, recently. However, no one have seen them to moor anywhere else.

Perhaps only The Brave ones would dare to find the crew of Ol' Black Croc!

 

 

 

[_pr0fit 3084]

"That's one /BIG/ Black Croc.." Says a blonde boi

[gandalfo 1452]

Moved to The Great Library. It shall be sorted into the appropriate category shortly.

 

If you feel this is a mistake, please contact myself or any FM and we'll restore it.