Quite the view, wouldn't ye say? I often come here to admire the sea.
If ye would, indulge me for a moment and I'll spin ye a yarn. Just try not to doze off.
Back in piracy's golden age, the League o' Lost Bastards ruled the Rhotano. I was one of them, as was Merlwyb. We were led by none other than her old man, Bloefhis Bloefhisyn, the most feared captain on the 'igh seas.
Feared by his enemies, that is. Stern and unforgivin' though he was, he took me under his wing and showed me the ropes.
Aye, he was like a father to me. To us all. Till that fateful day...
Was in the year 1562 of the Sixth Astral Era. Lominsan merchantmen were strugglin' with nigh-constant raids by the Sahagin.
'Round this time Bloefhis had yielded the day-to-day leadership of the Bastards to Merlwyb, his pride and joy. She was still growin' into the role, though, and everyone knew the old captain was still callin' the shots.
Ol' Bloefhis had a noble streak, he did. Ordered us to defend the traders from the fishbacks. Merlwyb led the effort, and we fought day after day to keep the seas safe.
The fightin' was fierce, but we always came out of it in one piece...until we didn't. Until after a skirmish, a Sahagin survivor, with his last breath, summoned forth the Lord o' the Whorl.
The great beast toppled our masts and cracked the keel like an egg. We clambered aboard the merchantman as our own ship sank. Naught to do but wait for the end. But then comes Bloefhis and his bleedin' flotilla out of nowhere to pull us out o' the fire. And he did.
But the League of Lost Bastards would never be the same again. For even though we'd escaped with our lives, we soon discovered that Captain Bloefhis, our iron-willed, unwaverin' leader, had fallen under Leviathan's thrall.
'Course, in those days, we didn't know much about drownin' or temperin'. Didn't know what to make of our captain as he grew more 'aggard by the day, his words devolvin' into crazed ramblin'. Then, one day, he vanishes...takin' off with 'alf of our men.
Not long after, a band of pirates callin' themselves the Serpent Reavers began takin' prizes in the Indigo Deep alongside the Sahagin. At their helm was none other than Captain Bloefhis, who'd cast his lot with the fishbacks.
Merlwyb knew what had to be done─and to her credit, she didn't shirk from the deed. She acted quickly, sneakin' off under cover o' night with a skeleton crew without so much as tellin' me. 'Course, that didn't stop me from stowin' myself in the cargo hold and joinin' her on the voyage.
She was none too 'appy to see me at first─wanted to leave me out of it, she said. But seein' as I made myself known when she was strugglin' to fend off a horde o' Reavers and fishbacks, it wasn't hard to win her over. Her twin muskets fellin' one after the next─as my sharpshootin' kept her safe from afar─we cut a path to the center of the isle.
It was there we found Bloefhis─or rather the miserable wretch he'd been reduced to. All bones, with skin shriveled and a tangled mat o' white hair, eyes bulging from his 'ead like a fish as he prayed to the Lord o' the Whorl...
Merlwyb challenged him to a duel, and a dim memory must have flickered in his drowned mind, for he accepted. And so, with only me there to witness it, Merlwyb ended her father's life.
The League o' Lost Bastards would've lived up to its name if it weren't for Merlwyb. She assumed full command and restored us to our former glory. Not long after, she triumphed in the Trident and was named Chief Admiral of Limsa Lominsa.
I often think back upon that day. Seein' her charge into battle, muskets blazin'... Might seem reckless to some, but that's how Captain Bloefhis taught her, and she knows no other way.
That's why I made it my job to support her from the shadows─and it's a role in which I'll 'appily serve again. I owe that much to her old man.
My only doubt was whether you, my friend, were worthy o' commandin' me. But watchin' ye from afar has answered that question.
Aye, tell Wheiskaet and the rest o' my no-good companions that Lorens stands with them.