The Sailing Wench Of Vesper

The Sailing Wench Of Vesper (dt. Die segelnde Maid von Vesper) ist ein Geschichtsbuch von Adamu Edom geschrieben, das bei den Traders Quest als Belohnung erhalten werden kann.

The Sailing Wench Of Vesper (by Adamu Edom)

Ne'er did I meet a poppet so fair, as the sailin' wench o' Vesper. Hair like the sunsets blood'e shee'n, eyes the color o' the deep. She wore the colors o' the rainbow in her dress, sewn together salty rags taken from the victims o' her plunder, 'n plunder she did!

I first met her on the dock o' the Buccaneer's Den, standin' on her keel shoutin'n cussin' at her crew. The orders she barked, "Secure that rig!" 'n "Get that sail patched!" struck at me heart 'n made me stare. She swung from her lines 'n turned her wheel 'n into the sea she sailed away wit' me heart.

Th'n in Vesper a double fortnight avast, I fould her within the Ironwood Inn. None o' her crew, nah a scallywag in sight. When I did scooted up close 'n mentioned me name she belched in me face 'n bloodied me nose. Yet still I fell in love wit' the Sailin' Wench o' Vesper.

O'ver the seas, 'n on the docks o' Sosaria I chased her 'n pursued her. We shall 'ave known where 'twould soon end. At the end o' a cannon, at the draw o' a cutlass. Our ships clashed together, our crews bloodied thar cutlassess! Shot 'n arrow flew through the air, till the Sailing' Wench o' Vesper had me alone 'n at the end o' her blade. I didn' beg, I didn' plead, for wha' better way t' die then t' be bested by the Sailin' Wench o' Vesper?

I asked her name, "Oh beautiful Sailin' Wench o' Vesper afore I die, tell me yer name, please, afore I die!" I cried.

Her clea'n smile cracked 'n in me ear she whispered, "Me name? Me name be Pirate!" she said, me end sure t' come.

Yet here I stand, 'n her I live, fer the Pirate Wench o' Vesper didn' scuttle me bones that day. Instead I am her mate, 'n more ways then one. I bark her orders t' the crew, I stand wit' her 'n follow her as me cap'n. ...me Sailin' Wife o' Vesper!