Strange
Light creaking sounds could be heard in the captain’s quarters as the man paced from one side of the room to the other. His bare feet sinking into a thick, luxurious rug he picked out from a market in Stormwind just before heading to Booty Bay. Suddenly he paused, squishing his toes into the thick fibers of the vibrant carpet as he thought. As he drug both his hands down the sides of his face he spoke out quietly to himself, “I have never met any group of privateers or another captain to pass up on a night of drinkies.” Henreth walked over to the window and delicately brushed his fingertips across one of the blooms of his prized violets. “Something strange is going on, my beauties. Something strange and something terrible, no doubt.” he said quietly, speaking to his flowers this time. His attention turned to the flag of another ship dancing in the moonlight, noting the shift in the direction of the wind. The gusts picked up speed and caused his ship to rock ever so gently within the harbor. His hand drifted from the bloom to his chin, giving it a thoughtful rub with a hum. “I should probably check in with Lady Holt about this.” He made his way over to his bed and before long he was under his blanket. Leaning toward his beside table and snuffing out the flame of his lantern, Henreth repeated what he says every night before closing his eyes, “Goodnight, my darling. I hope I made you proud, today.”
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