#felren

"So what if there's nothing but Troll fetishes littering the ship? It's going to be new. Awe inspiring. Possibly the fear of any who come near us. This Zandalari Warship is the perfect cover for our operations. Bladebeard's Run - No. Bladebeard's Fall is gone. We need something new." Felren explained, walking across the deck of his new ship, recently stolen from the Zandalari. "I don't want it named after me either. As captain, I think it is only fair we vote."

The crew surrounded the Blood Elf and spoke amongst one another until an Undead with a half attached jaw held a finger up as he reset the bone in his mouth "What about... The Calculated Risk? Y'know, since yer bad at em."

"Grinny. We aren't naming a guild. We are trying to give a name to a ship. The Zandalari didn't paint a name on this vessel so it's up to us." Felren waived the name off and resumed his pacing.

Felren had earlier expressed that naming the ship shouldn't be anything about the dinosaur they killed together, a third rendition of the Bladebeard name being run into the ground or the ship being named after their Warchief.

"Let's be honest here, Cap'n. Ya gathered us here so that you wouldn't end up naming the ship somethin' pirate-like. So out with it. What did ya have in mind?" One of Felren's goblin technitions, Powdergrasp, injected.

"Something stupid. The Savage Cannon." Felren admitted, and before anyone could say anything he pointed tk both aides of the ship. "Just imagine how many cannons, or better yet the size of the cannons we can have on this vessel! Before we had a couple of five pounders and a bloody collapsible ballistia. But just look at the deckspace we have! With Powdergrasp's cunning and our reckless abandon we could barrage any pirate fuckin' stupid enough to come within range." He clapped his hands and made an even more insane suggestion. "With rhe help of a few hired mages, we could make those holes in the sides of the ship laden with cannons, erect hydophobic barriers to keep the lower decks dry."

"Breezedancer, you are crazy. The weight of the cannons could very well sink us regardless." The goblin commented, but the idea took root in the goblin's head and he held up a finger "Unless... We also get some kind of ballast under the ship to counter-balance the weight. Some featherweight spells, and..." He stopped short, noticing all eyes on him, most of his words going over most of their heads. "We do something to make the ship able to carry more cannons without sinking."

"I'll leave it to you! So crew - The Savage Cannon?" Felren's face was beeming with excitement, but the deadpanned silence answered his question. "Tough Crowd." He muttered and the ship exploded with cheering. "Oh come on! We are not naming the ship Tough Crowd!!"