We stopped seekin' ou' booty an' our captain got fat an' lazy, still always orderin' us around, yet doin' nay work o' his own. He married an' had he e'en had ele'en children.
Stigazdodok e'en had th' nerve t' trade our hard plundered riches t' th' likes o' humans an' other dwar'en nations, fer what?
We be self-a wee bit o', we needed nay help from th' abroadside. We had earned that booty an' 't wasn`t t' hand ou' t' ugly humans or th' other fat tradin' dwarves.
Our bountiful booty must be kept secret an' nay one could be trusted. One rainy night, I hatched a plan t' save th' Inkyships from losin' what be important t' us. A mutiny, if ye will, but 't be fer th' booty!
't would take o'er a decade t' accomplish me goal, but me heart be set an' here be that tale.
Th' idee came t' me when a female dwarf created "Clinchplaited th' Tangled Bountiful booty".
't be th' first artifact we had created ourselves an' I smartly befriended Rilemlibash, th' creator o' th' coffin. I suggested we assigned 't t' th' captain. without revealin' me true intent.
She wasn`t lily livered, however, an' in order t' convince th' lass', an' t' make a long story short, I be th' father o' ele'en o' th' lass' children.
I know what ye`re thinkin', I be nay better than th' captain, but I cared nay fer these children, nor did I care fer Rilemlibash.
She be a means t' an end. Although, after ten voyages one canna help but grow some sort o' attachement t' th' company o' others, but I tell ye now, I would overcome this, fer as th' voyages passed on, I came t' reckon I be th' only true seafarin' hearty amongst th' crew.
They all be becomin' fat an' lazy, livin' th' easy life in our cove. Tradin' an' talkin' wi' foreigners. Bah!
I tried t' reason wi' some o' them in th' tavern. I quote Cogokol t' his exact words, "We need nay work." Fools. All o' them.
E'en me own children be caught swashbucklin' wi' th' diplomats, talkin' 't up wi' th' others, doin' as they please. Surely they got that from the'r scallywaggin' mother.
Scallywaggin'. All o' them.