The Brotherhood has fallen, and perhaps it is for the best.

I have re-assumed my life of piracy and taken on my rightful place as Pirate King. If the other Pirate Lords of Azeroth do not wish to take the risk of taking up such a mantle, so be it. I will reign supreme as the lord of the sea, and the Blacksong Buccaneers will terrorize the waters.

However not all are so easily accepted as royalty. This is why I've begun my campaign to win the favor of all pirates. Booty Bay has become a target of mine. A beautiful Forsaken priestess, Kaihne, and myself attacked the goblin run port city a few days ago. It was overall successful. I think the Bloodsails are starting to get the idea. One day I'm sure they'll realize Duke Falrevere is a fool and they are following the wrong pirate lord. Until that day i'll just have to play the role of the scheming politician. Not like I'm not used to the scheming part.


I feel uneasy as of late.... little inklings and weird feelings that something is after me... although I'm not sure what...

There are a few things I do not wish to write here, in fear that this journal may one day fall into the wrong hands.


...I'll have more later...for now I'll let the gentle rocking of the boat and the sounds of the waves crashing against the hull put me to sleep...



All hail the Pirate King

There was a layer of frost covering my face when I woke up this morning.

Please make it stop, please make it stop, please make it stop

I'm not sure what to do anymore. We're all running around in these little circles trying to find some miracle cure while we all come up with our own little theories on what's really wrong with Mister Witherthorne. They don't know anything. They don't know ME

Periah is scared to death that I may not make it, I can't blame her, my outlook doesn't look so good. I think this journal will come in handy, I'll write things in it, thing's I'd want people to know for when I die. So if someone finds it after I kick the bucket for good, they'll all know. They'll all know.

But I digress.

Right now I'm sitting on a bench in Silvermoon, the same bench I had taken that nap on. I'm growing quite fond of the it. This city is dreadfully boring. I want to go home

I'll have more to share later, until then... I suppose I've got some walking to do.

~Silkk Slywater Witherthorne

Well this is my first entry. My other journal was thrown into the ocean. Right now I suspect several Naga are reading and laughing at my personal life. I'll start this off simple.... today was rather dull.

How terribley dull.


Today wasn't anything special. I slept through most of it, actually.


Well, there was Meridith.

She came to see me in Silvermoon today to discuss my... illness. It's getting worse...

Afterwards I believe her and Plagos went to turn Scholomance upside down for any leads on a cure, I'd have gone had I not fallen asleep on that bench. The one near that lovely little fountain. It's very relaxing.

I saw Periah briefly, some of the only relief I had gotten all day save the nap. I really do love that girl. I woke up next to her, infact. Sleeping in and then waking up next to your lover. It doesnt get much better than that.

Later on in the evening I ran into Farorey. She's a cute girl, very sweet. The only person who I think enjoys sex more than I do. She was trying a little too hard to get into my pants it seems. She made a comment about losing her touch, I think that may be the reason. Either that or I've been gifted with the ability to make women swoon simply by standing there. The latter would be a nice power, but I think the former is more on target.


Then again, who needs that power when you have someone to love?

This entry is almost as dull as my day was, however you can't expect too much of me when I'm this tired. I think it's time to get back to Silvermoon. Periah is waiting for me.