“After our last raid the crew was in sore shape, having met a viking longship.

However, the Captain, after his near death the raid before, now seems to be driven to pillage even more.

We set upon a massive bone ship manned by skeletons.

We had battled these heathens before and Sneaky Pete Polhill had said that in the hull of the great ship was a hoard of treasure unlike any of us had seen before. Mounds of gold coins with gems and silver finery that were too beautiful for there dead eyes to behold.

We pulled along side her and swung the lines over and secured ourselves to the ship.

The battle was joined, but not before a blast from there cannons stunned one of our crew.

We waded into them with the Captain taking the lead and cutting his way through the skeletal crew.

We never gave the undead crew time to regroup as we set upon them time and time again, whittling down their ranks by causing casualty after casualty.

Wild Wilhelm, back from his time in the sick bay, was a monster causing 2 casualties himself.

The Captain stated afterwards that Wilhelm deserved to set at the head table tonight and feast like a king.

Sneaky Pete again slipped past the opposition and made off with a tidy sum of the gold, when he returned, I swear there were tears in his eyes as he told of the great treasure below the boneships deck.

Unto the next raid...”