Malevolent Rising, Pirate Adventures (1)

Canvassing the forgotten sands of centuries shipwrecked by war, I call to time and make demand and push back the blood soaked door. I stand witness to my own death forsaking grace and soulful peace, crying out with foul brackish breath, grasping life with rebellious reach. I will have my ship and my crew rotting from the depths of the sea fitted for war, I swear anew, relentless purpose driving me. Collecting pieces of my soul, I rebuild features of my ship, broken clinging to craggy shoals rising up the Malevolent.