Upon reaching Auberdine, I checked into the Inn. It was my first experience living among a people other than the elves, although I had many experiences with other races in Darnassus. I was surprised at the comfort the inn provided and would like to have slept, but I really needed to find the man in question. I asked the Innkeeper, but she had not heard the name before. This was troubling to me, as I expected Kenundrom to be in Auberdine. For the first time I was surprised and stymied by my own misconception.
To clear my brain, I decided to take a walk along the shore. Under the pier there was an old fisherman. I asked if I could borrow a pole and sat with him in silence as the crabs scuttled across the sand. When we had acquired a pile of fish, the man began to speak,
"Night Elf," he said, "I want to tell you a story. It's about me and a beautiful ship that used to sail into this harbor. Her name was the Silver Dawning and she were one sleek lady, let me tell you. Now the Silver Dawning was said to be a treasure seeker. She roamed the shores between here and the Secret Island that only a few knew about. Her crew were motley as they come. I know this because I were one of 'em."
I took a really long look at him now and could see the weathered skin and roughened hands of a sailor. He also had a long scar that ran the length of his face This was barely visible beneath the tattered hat he wore pulled low across his brow.
"You were pirates?" I asked, realizing the truth before it was said.
"Some called us that. Yes." He replied and looked up at me with a wary eye. Not seeing any adverse reaction reflected in my face, he continued. "We were sailing one night under the cover of dark and we was set upon by a large group of bandits unexpectedly. There must have been fifty or sixty of them and we weren't prepared. The Captain fought hard and so did us men, but it weren't no good. They caught us all and sunk the Silver Dawning. She lies at the bottom of the cove, just a few miles up the Darkshore there."
"How did you escape?" I was intrigued by the honesty and sorrow in his voice as he spoke.
"Them robbers, they were what we call murlocs. Little green and blue creatures that live in the water. Murlocs are fierce fighters and they're not much afraid to kill. But they are as dumb as seaweed and it were easy to get away. They live in the shells of huge dead turtles that have washed up on the sand and once they crawled in there to sleep, it were easy for us to sneak around the sentries and run back to town and tell 'em what happened."
I had never heard of murlocs before, but I wasn't eager to meet one. "And did everyone survive?"
"Arr...we lost a rogue named Rouenfils and a magic user that was traveling to the Island with us. And the Captain went down with the Dawn. The last I saw of him, he were helping the cook over the side and swinging his sword like a berzerker. He were a brave man, he were, that Captain Kenundrom.'
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