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<DIV align="center">The Pirates of Black Rock Cavern<br>
by <br>
Two-Tongues Weerhat
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n my youth I was an intrepid adventurer. I explored the length and breadth of Tamriel, acquiring many unusual items I now offer for sale in my shop in Mournhold Great Bazaar. I visited many caves and ruins and none more strange than the Black Rock Cavern of Cyrodiil. Here, deep in the ground, a long way from the sea, is a fully rigged pirate galleon. Time has rendered it unseaworthy but it is still an impressive sight. The pickings were poor, considering a pirate's supposed affinity to treasure, but what interested me most was how the vessel had arrived in such a strange place.
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For several years I tried to find the answer without success. Only long after I had given up hope of learning the truth was the answer presented to me. Quite by chance I met a former crew member in a bar in Cheydinhal. After I had agreed to buy him a flagon of wine he decided to tell me his tale and it was a very strange tale indeed.
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Many, many years ago the ship 'The Chancy Lady' and her crew were simple sailors, plying between the main ports of the Tamrielic empire. Then came the fatal day, the evil day, when the ship was caught in a ferocious gale off the treacherous north west coast of Solstheim. Seeing their inevitable end, smashed against the icy walls of the Mortraag Glacier, the whole crew fell to their knees gabbling prayers. They begged for a saviour from the Nine, the Three, the Sixteen but to no avail. In desperation the Captain, Brown Nose the Toady as he was affectionately known, screamed that if all the gods of Tamriel were too feeble to stop one storm, he'd summon the powers of darkness.
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It seems probable that this was intended as a challenge to Vaermina or Nocturnal but it had an entirely unexpected result. A figure, much swathed in a black robe, appeared from nowhere. All that could be seen of him was a pair of glowing red eyes. The figure in a cavernous, echoing voice cried out: "I have come. I will save you and your scurvy crew. But from now on you will serve only me. You will henceforth be known as Captain Blackheart. You will sail the seas ever more as pirates. Annoyingly, to comply with the terms of my contract, I must afford you one hope of salvation. Once every seven years you may put into a port for one week. If in this time you can find a woman who will die to save you, you will be redeemed. Otherwise - tough!"
<p>
The Captain, who was a simple soul, used the expression he always used when confronted with the unexpected. "Well," he said, "well, I'm a Dutchman!"
<p>
The black robed figure was momentarily nonplussed then agreed the Captain could also become a Dutchman if he wanted to be. Then he vanished. The ship's sails turned black and the crew were from then on all spectres.
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I stared hard at the man telling me this tale. There was nothing spectral about him. He had a large carbuncular nose of an alarmingly rosy hue but was otherwise normal.
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"Oh, I was a spectre all right. But I was lucky. One day when we had made landfall I met a drunken tavern wench who had broken her spectacles. She declared she loved me and went to follow me back to the ship. She was so unsteady on her feet that as she drew near the dock she pitched headlong into the water. It turned out that she couldn't swim! Of course she screamed at me to save her. As she came up for the third time I asked her if she loved me. She told me that I was a daft bugger to query it. If she hadn't loved me she wouldn't be in the predicament she was in. She went under again and after a while the bubbles ceased. I never even knew her name. I call her Senta because I sent her to the bottom of the sea. Still, that was a long time ago now. Her death redeemed me but I had to leave the ship. I kept in touch every seven years with my old mucker, Halitosis Hank. Until last time..."
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I waited expectantly, but nothing was forthcoming until I had provided the man with a new flagon of wine. Then he admitted that the last time his 'old mucker' had appeared to him it had been in a dream.
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The Captain had grown tired of sailing, damned tired. On this occasion he had done everything in his power to attract women. He wore exquisite clothes, used expensive perfumes and flashed around a very large wad of cash, much of which he lavished on gifts. This won him several admirers including the lady of the local manor. She professed to love him unto death. It quickly became apparent however that the death in question was his, not hers. In desperation the Captain told her the whole story.
<p>
She advised him simply not to return to his ship but of course he had tried that before. The black robed figure simply forced him there and added a large dose of unspeakable torture to make his point.
<p>
The woman then revealed herself to be a high priestess of the goddess Azura. She imprisoned the Captain and when the dark man came to fetch him, she attacked him with Azura's Star.
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I did not believe this. When I had been in Morrowind I learned that Azura's Star was in fact a soul gem not a weapon. But he assured me that if I had looked into its construction more carefully I would have learned of a second form of Azura's star that was indeed a weapon. He was right too.
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"The woman was victorious - to an extent. She bested the black-robed creature sending him back to wherever he had come from. But this did not break the curse. All she could do was to move the ship to a place where it would never be able to sail again. The Captain and the crew, still spectral, went with it.
<p>
I am not sure who came off worse. If the lair of that night beast is anything like Oblivion he was no doubt reborn. The poor Captain no longer has the chance to be human even once every seven years. Someone should put an end to him so he can find rest at last!"
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My story teller did not know where the ship had been transported to. All he knew was that it was underground close to the place where the man who cursed them all had first appeared in Tamriel. He called it Black Robes' Cavern. I imagine that over the years 'Black Robe' became the more realistic sounding 'Black Rock'.
<p>
Well, dear reader, I hope you enjoyed my tale. Other books in the series can be found in all good book stores throughout Tamriel.
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Other titles in this series
<p>
Two-Tongues Weerhat on The Philospher's Stone
<br>
Two-Tongues Weerhat on The Chamber of Horrors
<br>
Two-Tongues Weerhat on The Prisoner of Zenda
<br>
Two-Tongues Weerhat on The Chariots of Fire
<br>
Two-Tongues Weerhat on The Flight of the Phoenix
<br>
Two-Tongues Weerhat on The Student Prince
<br>
Two-Tongues Weerhat on The Deadly Halloween
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訳文
<font face=1><br>
<DIV align="center">The Pirates of Black Rock Cavern<br>
by <br>
Two-Tongues Weerhat
<br>
<br>
<br>
<font face=3> <DIV align="left"><IMG src="Book/fancy_font/i_51x61.dds" width=51 height=61>
n my youth I was an intrepid adventurer. I explored the length and breadth of Tamriel, acquiring many unusual items I now offer for sale in my shop in Mournhold Great Bazaar. I visited many caves and ruins and none more strange than the Black Rock Cavern of Cyrodiil. Here, deep in the ground, a long way from the sea, is a fully rigged pirate galleon. Time has rendered it unseaworthy but it is still an impressive sight. The pickings were poor, considering a pirate's supposed affinity to treasure, but what interested me most was how the vessel had arrived in such a strange place.
<p>
For several years I tried to find the answer without success. Only long after I had given up hope of learning the truth was the answer presented to me. Quite by chance I met a former crew member in a bar in Cheydinhal. After I had agreed to buy him a flagon of wine he decided to tell me his tale and it was a very strange tale indeed.
</font> <font face=1>
<p>
Many, many years ago the ship 'The Chancy Lady' and her crew were simple sailors, plying between the main ports of the Tamrielic empire. Then came the fatal day, the evil day, when the ship was caught in a ferocious gale off the treacherous north west coast of Solstheim. Seeing their inevitable end, smashed against the icy walls of the Mortraag Glacier, the whole crew fell to their knees gabbling prayers. They begged for a saviour from the Nine, the Three, the Sixteen but to no avail. In desperation the Captain, Brown Nose the Toady as he was affectionately known, screamed that if all the gods of Tamriel were too feeble to stop one storm, he'd summon the powers of darkness.
<p>
It seems probable that this was intended as a challenge to Vaermina or Nocturnal but it had an entirely unexpected result. A figure, much swathed in a black robe, appeared from nowhere. All that could be seen of him was a pair of glowing red eyes. The figure in a cavernous, echoing voice cried out: "I have come. I will save you and your scurvy crew. But from now on you will serve only me. You will henceforth be known as Captain Blackheart. You will sail the seas ever more as pirates. Annoyingly, to comply with the terms of my contract, I must afford you one hope of salvation. Once every seven years you may put into a port for one week. If in this time you can find a woman who will die to save you, you will be redeemed. Otherwise - tough!"
<p>
The Captain, who was a simple soul, used the expression he always used when confronted with the unexpected. "Well," he said, "well, I'm a Dutchman!"
<p>
The black robed figure was momentarily nonplussed then agreed the Captain could also become a Dutchman if he wanted to be. Then he vanished. The ship's sails turned black and the crew were from then on all spectres.
<p>
</font> <font face=3>
I stared hard at the man telling me this tale. There was nothing spectral about him. He had a large carbuncular nose of an alarmingly rosy hue but was otherwise normal.
</font> <font face=1>
<p>
"Oh, I was a spectre all right. But I was lucky. One day when we had made landfall I met a drunken tavern wench who had broken her spectacles. She declared she loved me and went to follow me back to the ship. She was so unsteady on her feet that as she drew near the dock she pitched headlong into the water. It turned out that she couldn't swim! Of course she screamed at me to save her. As she came up for the third time I asked her if she loved me. She told me that I was a daft bugger to query it. If she hadn't loved me she wouldn't be in the predicament she was in. She went under again and after a while the bubbles ceased. I never even knew her name. I call her Senta because I sent her to the bottom of the sea. Still, that was a long time ago now. Her death redeemed me but I had to leave the ship. I kept in touch every seven years with my old mucker, Halitosis Hank. Until last time..."
<p> </font> <font face=3>
I waited expectantly, but nothing was forthcoming until I had provided the man with a new flagon of wine. Then he admitted that the last time his 'old mucker' had appeared to him it had been in a dream.
<p> </font> <font face=1>
The Captain had grown tired of sailing, damned tired. On this occasion he had done everything in his power to attract women. He wore exquisite clothes, used expensive perfumes and flashed around a very large wad of cash, much of which he lavished on gifts. This won him several admirers including the lady of the local manor. She professed to love him unto death. It quickly became apparent however that the death in question was his, not hers. In desperation the Captain told her the whole story.
<p>
She advised him simply not to return to his ship but of course he had tried that before. The black robed figure simply forced him there and added a large dose of unspeakable torture to make his point.
<p>
The woman then revealed herself to be a high priestess of the goddess Azura. She imprisoned the Captain and when the dark man came to fetch him, she attacked him with Azura's Star.
<p> </font> <font face=3>
I did not believe this. When I had been in Morrowind I learned that Azura's Star was in fact a soul gem not a weapon. But he assured me that if I had looked into its construction more carefully I would have learned of a second form of Azura's star that was indeed a weapon. He was right too.
<p> </font> <font face=1>
"The woman was victorious - to an extent. She bested the black-robed creature sending him back to wherever he had come from. But this did not break the curse. All she could do was to move the ship to a place where it would never be able to sail again. The Captain and the crew, still spectral, went with it.
<p>
I am not sure who came off worse. If the lair of that night beast is anything like Oblivion he was no doubt reborn. The poor Captain no longer has the chance to be human even once every seven years. Someone should put an end to him so he can find rest at last!"
<p> </font> <font face=3>
My story teller did not know where the ship had been transported to. All he knew was that it was underground close to the place where the man who cursed them all had first appeared in Tamriel. He called it Black Robes' Cavern. I imagine that over the years 'Black Robe' became the more realistic sounding 'Black Rock'.
<p>
Well, dear reader, I hope you enjoyed my tale. Other books in the series can be found in all good book stores throughout Tamriel.
<p>
</font>
<p>
<font face=3>
Other titles in this series
<p>
Two-Tongues Weerhat on The Philospher's Stone
<br>
Two-Tongues Weerhat on The Chamber of Horrors
<br>
Two-Tongues Weerhat on The Prisoner of Zenda
<br>
Two-Tongues Weerhat on The Chariots of Fire
<br>
Two-Tongues Weerhat on The Flight of the Phoenix
<br>
Two-Tongues Weerhat on The Student Prince
<br>
Two-Tongues Weerhat on The Deadly Halloween
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