Pish. Pillagin', drinkin', and wenchin' are a pirate's callings, but don't steal from dwarves—they hate the competition.
Pirate life aside, all I have ever wanted was a safe place for the Lost Boys I rescued. Ambition may have led me to overstep my bounds. When my theft was discovered, the dwarves launch a devastating sneak attack against my island nation home.
This time, I've started a war. What can I say? I regret getting caught.
I stand ready to fight for my people, but the odds are grim. Hunting submarines with a sailing ship is a new one even for me. Guess I’ll be making this up as I go. Should I fail, those bastards will murder everyone, including the children.