I was sailing the cursed waters to north of Rargath Gar when i spotted an island that reeked of mystery and evil.
Despite protest from the majority of the crew i pressed onwards toward this evil island.
After making land,my crew and i climbed to the highest peak of the mountain to look for area's where buried treasure might lie.
BUT NO!
We were ambushed by two very fat men with squarish heads!
Excepting the worst we braced ourselves for battle,though it was pointless.
Partly because they had started arguing amongst themselves,but mainly because i had already severed they're heads from they're bodies!
Although being dead,the heads kept arguing in that complex language,and still do to this day...