"Musta over slept", he muttered to himself, rubbing one of his eyes as he ventured up the stairs to the deck. Goblins ran back and forth along the deck pulling down masts and preparing for docking. A slightly bulkier looking goblin wearing a three pointed hat and a sour disposition, stood atop a crate near the steering wheel, shouting obscenities at the various workers. There was a crowd of passengers on the ship, after all it was a charter vessel, from all walks of life. Though there was a clear group of Horde and Alliance who's sole job seemed to give each other dirty looks.
He ignored them for the most part, striding to the forward stern to take a look at his destination. There nestled in a large lagoon at the southern tip of Stranglethorn, was Booty Bay. It's mishmash of wooden walkways and ladders poking high into the mountain it was built out of. He could see the large statue of Baron Revilgaz to the left of the ship staring haughtily at all those who enter his domain. It was truly a paradise of sorts, at least if your a pirate. It had everything one would want, entertainment, trade, wealth, and foods of all kinds. But, Taizen was not here for the typical pleasures. He was here for a very specific reason, that happened to coincide with a tempting offer.
Revilgaz has put out the call to anybody who would work for money that Booty Bay needs help. With the war to the north distracting most of the population of Azeroth, Bloodsail pirates have made a move deep into Blackwater territory. He needs help pushing them out, and Taizen just happened to get his hands on information that could sweeten the pot. Being the opportunist that he is, he intends to take the job, and any perks that go with it.
The ship slows into port, and the loud thud of the ramp slamming on the docks alert everyone to their arrival.
"The ship from Ratchet has arrived at Booty Bay port!", the goblin dock master shouted.
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