[erside]

Grudges that span years long past
Long forgotten by the old wave-beaten shores
A ghastly mist rolls on the island

YARHARHAR! Nothing! That's what'll be left of ye! Ye dare claim the land I's worked so hard on?! Ye'll know the wrath of Captain Barbanegra, Scourge of Enarr's Sea! I scorned the sea while I's was alive, I'll scorn it all the same now that I's dead! Me and me crew will make quick work of any of ye dirty pretenders! Sirenians always think that whatever's on the sea is theirs- Well's I's got news! The sea is MINE. I'll make sure ye remember me name and the pain I'll wrought upon ye both!
Prepare yer livin' redblooded bones! Landlubbers and Fish alike, yer both goin' to be gutted at the end of me blade! Port Fortune's ought to be me crownin' jewel, dedicated to me greatness and legend! So prepare...

AND GIVE THEM NO QUARTER!

Captain Barbanegra claims the island for the Fel!