From my very first day as a raw recruit in the Imperial army, it was drummed into me that when a member of our unit was in trouble, you are supposed to do something about it.  It mattered not what differences we may have had, nor what we thought of him, but he was our comrade and you had to do something.

I never expected to find such noble traits as duty and loyalty from a pirate captain in Stros M’Kai, nor such unwavering faith and resolution from her surviving crew members toward their captain.  Perhaps what we had been taught of these people back in Cyrodiil has been misrepresentation born of misunderstanding, or more likely perhaps, born of propaganda and politics.  Whichever the case, this Lerisa has proved to be a Captain I could follow to my last gasp.

You may think me foolish to put such stock in honour and loyalty, but these are the virtues that I cherish above gem and jewel, for without them we are but beasts.

S.K

Saintsport, a town built by good intentions now ruined by bad intent.

As an outsider, it is difficult to understand how such a state of un-lawlessness could be allowed to continue on Stros M’Kai, especially in a Kingdom making a bid in Covenant for the Ruby Throne.  I suspect these Sea Drakes and Bloody Fists, seemingly the worst of the pirates of the Abecean Sea, are tolerated by the King as necessary evil.  I guess no Redguard crown can stand long without the advocacy of the privateers and pirates that haunt the coasts of Hammerfell.

S.K

As I rode towards the town of Saintsport I happened upon a small camp in turmoil.  A local band of Sea Drake pirates had apparently attacked and made prisoners out of their comrades.  I agreed to help, but this was no charity mission on my part.  It offered me the perfect opportunity to see exactly who and what I’d be facing up ahead.  It never hurts to learn the nature of a bear before you enter their lair.

S.K

A lone Altmer this far from the Summerset isles is either dedicated or dangerous.  In truth, if Captain Kaleen had not directly requested him, I would have ridden on by and left this Elf to his Dwemer ruins.  It’s not that I hold any particular animosity towards the ‘high’ Elves, I’ve just never met one that I liked. 

As it turns out the Altmer wasn’t totally unappreciative of my efforts.  I see now why he is so fascinated by these Dwemer mechanisms.  They move freely of their own accord, and yet seem to have no intention or motivation other then what they were made for.

S.K

I’ve heard it said that there comes a day in a man’s life when he’ll wake up one morning to the calling of the sea.  Well if that man has any sense, he’ll roll over and go back to sleep till the next day dawns.  It is a blessed relief to feel solid ground under my feet once more… even if that ground is all but sand.

I quickly find the captain enjoying a drink on the docks, under the protective watch of a particularly brutish looking Orsimer whose eyes seem alert to my every shift.  She is reluctant to suit credit for saving me, but suggests that if I have gratitude, I might display it by helping her out on a job.  I have no wish to get myself involved in the schemes of pirates, but to reach a port one must sometimes sail with the wind, and sometimes against it.  As much as I’d like to say I agreed due to my innate sense of honour, I have need of coin more than integrity right now.

S.K