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*sobs* Tis not the hurricane that makes me weep, and it was a wicked hurricane. So strong as if Poseidon himself drew in a great breath and blew it upon the island, sweeping away nearly every last building, pirates and all. The pirate fleet reduced to driftwood washing upon the shores of Sosaria. Our humble island dwellings swept away likewise, leaving not even a brick behind to mark where the old foundations lay. The screaming of our pirate maidens, pushed under the water by the relentless pounding of the white capped waves. The pirates went much more silently, accepting their fates, and knowing the power of the ocean and not wasting breath pleading with Poseidon to relent, for he is a stubborn God and had clearly made his mind up. I, it seems, was the only lucky one, graced to live another day. Clinging to a small piece of driftwood of our once majestic fleet, I was pushed far away from that island as the waves seemed to completely overtake it. For the entirety of the storm I clung tightly to that splintered modicum of my once beloved ship and eventually, near the point of complete exhaustion, I felt sand in between my toes. I had drifted all the way to a distant shore, given a chance to live another day. No, it was not these horrible events that make me sob. It is the sad state of my once beloved island. Two greatly large stone towers now scarring it's once beautiful landscape. Leave it to those pathetic landlubbers to put the biggest houses possible on this tiny pirate island and scar the island horribly. *sobs* Do you truly think Poseidon will smile upon your attempts to turn Bald Island into a god damn landlubber Tower haven? Some sort of island getaway where your children can play in the soft sand? *smiles wickedly* Oh, your time will come landlubbers, if not by my hand, then by the great hands of Poseidon. This island is CURSED DAMN YOU! CURSED!
I scurried on the sands of the isle. A tower to the north had been erected on the remains of what I knew should have been more sturdy. I sought our leader on docks and taverns across the lands. I asked others of his wherebeings and abouts. Nay did any mutter. Surely… there were rumors of serpents or a hurricane but my rummie would never betroth such simple calamities. After the first build on the isle, I traveled to a last beckon to find truth... yet no sign. The structure is intact.
