Conquest of the Horde

An old forsaken, in ancient pirate garb sits by the table. The gold tooth shining under the large brim of the hat he wears. He stands up and walks to the deck of booty bay, the sound of jingling change and the thud of his boot ring out with each step. He walks to the edge, watching the boats anchored in the harbor, and the sun setting over the Horizon.

"CAAAPTAAAIN HAAAAAAWKK!!!! AHh'll FIND YOUU!" He screams to the sun, and chuckles to himself gurgling in his throat. He begins walking away, with a rapier on his side. "Ah'll will kill ya.." He says lower to himself. "HawkRaphaelRigleyJean" He says quickly to himself. "Ah will kill ahll o' yas." He chuckles walking to his ship. "He aint here. Let's shove off." He says, as the crew responds. "Aye!!"

(( Oh god. Hawk has some rather morbid fanboys about to find him. ))

Three Galleon ships sail the water of Azeroth, the waves crashing into the massive sides, as the large vessels glide through the sea, severing it at the front of the ship. A large Forsaken, stands with his arms crossed on the front deck, a large jacket hanging from his shoulders, his sleeves sway loosely in the wind as the boat rises and falls with the waves.

The Rapier hangs from his sash. He is approached by another pirate. "Captain Forrester, I have the items for you." The pirate lays three suitcases down, all with different enchants on the casing. "Ahh...So mah weapons are ready" Forrester says looking over the horizon. "Vary well...Wahnce we acquaiyah some puppets we will begin the first act." He gurgles chuckling. "HawkRaphaelRigleyJean...Ah will kill all o' yas."

The vessels continue to sail.