“There be treasure for the takin’” 

At long last... It all makes sense! 

 The family heirloom me father kept hidden all them years! 

 That dusty old treasure map of the Crows! 

It was no easy task. 

Me journey took me to all the known libraries of the world. 

 And even to Grána, where I donned a pair of pointy fake ears so as not to be detected by the locals. 

But I was, and thought me heart would burst when the Achers were interrogating me.  

Me fake ears havin’ fallen off earlier in a scuffle with gargoyles, you see. 

 Then there be the time I looted a merchant ship headed to the Land of the Morning Calm, 

Never in me wildest dreams did I think I'd get me hands on a clue to unravelin’ the Three-Legged Crow's mystery! 

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I don’t take after me father. Never have. 

Me mother... well, she passed not long after I was born. 

Aye, was many the day people would stare and whisper between themselves. 

But me father, he loved me dearly, and I him. 

Every time he set sail to sell his wares, there I was at his side. 

And every time I was filled with excitement at the thought of 

What new place and what new people I’d see next... 

And yet, while pretty words would oft tumble from me father’s mouth,

I can tell ye now he was quite the calculating man, 

And had planned out me future right down to the last detail. 

At fifteen summers old, I was to enter the Holy College of Calpheon. 

‘Cause in doing so I’d be worthy of marrying into a fine household, and thereby being of some use to me family. 

Not wanting to disappoint me father, I said aye to all his plans. 

The day before I’d pack me bags and leave for Port Epheria, 

Just happened to be me birthday. 

And when I slept that night I heard in me dreams a sweet and gentle melody. 

Drawin’ me towards the vast seas of Margoria, I suddenly found myself by its sandy shores. 

It was then I realized 

I... 
I be not me father! 

I yearned to be free! 

I was a romantic, wishin’ to be at sea! 

In the wee hours of the morn, I cast aside me once rich and promisin’ future and fled from the isle. 

Helpin’ meself to me father’s treasure map while I was at it. 

Since then, the legends of me exploits have begun writin’ themselves!

First, I subdued and took charge of an unassumin’ band of pirates known as the Slippery Scallywags. That was easy. 

I remembered those rogues from me father’s voyages through Velia. They were always plottin’ and schemin’. 

Either way, they’re my loyal-to-a-fault crew now. 

Hmm, had I not sought me freedom on the high seas... 

I’d probably be wed into House Encarotia or the Nesser Royal Family, no? Haha! 

Anyways! 

Me long hard adventure be nearin’ its end. 

Me father had always said the family heirloom would be mine the day I reached adulthood. 

And spoke often of the unbelievable things it’d have in store for me. 

Well, I make the rules, and I’ll choose when I become an adult! 

'Wait for me, world! For I’m about to claim ye as me own! Hahahaha!'