"And that's not even the worst part, lad! No! I swear unto ye. This be - by far - the worst crew to which I have e'er been assigned.
Did'n I tell ye? First, we set out late from Asah'Ibolim 'cause these half-wits failed to review their contract with T'samaan in advance. Then we take a battered wash down the Meridian Current, barely arriving at the Fringe in one piece. And then! With our target in sight, the bumbling collection o' dolts charges into the cap'n's quarters to have a bit o' a tea party. Talkin' about whether to stick to the contract or no!
I thought I was daft when they bust out and hollered at us to loose sail and stick to the current and blow past the ever-lovin' island. But no! On we charged - deep into the restricted blue within the Fringe (I heard a yarn or two of them haunted waters) - and got ourselves properly arrested by the Oceanic Guard for trespassing in sanctioned sea-space.
But that's not the worst o' it. You know why they plunged in full tilt with rudder-lock toward misfortune? I heard that one of 'em claims he saw a ship flittin' in and out o' the fog like a ghost. So they resolved to chase it into the channel!
Can you believe?! A ghost ship! They's headed back to Asahb'Olim Mining Camps for a ghost ship!
Ha! Praise the gods ye never tangled with this mess of a expedition party. Mark me words, lad: NEVER sign on with a bunch of lolly-headed misfits like them if ye can help it.
Oh well... The mines outta straighten 'em out. If the desert doesn't kill 'em first, of course."
- A Very Happy Half-Elf to his young Friend in the Mines