Pirate Quest I
"Are you positive this is indeed the course that needs taking? Worm horders and Corpse kings! Is this the right way or not? Answers! You bifocaled baboon we need answers!"
The voice of the Captainess echoed into the depths of the cavern.
The tone she spoke with was filled with hard liquor and light english. Recently she had lost her mother's ship. Lost her father's sword and was slowly losing her mind as she travelled deeper into this damp leaking unholy cave. Her entourage of brave men hid from her shrieks like cookie eating school girls during a thunder storm. The purple footed and empty stomached crew had dredged for the span of two tides in the craggy throat of stone. Their one saving grace and source of entertainment was the lamp firmly gripped in the Captainess' gloved hand.
The Indian Lamp.
It offered protection from the heart eating monster known as the Bandaless. The lamp cast shadows on the rigid cave walls in the shape of ancient glyphs and squiggly symbols. It's defensive g