Pale man of profits and player of strings, Morven Knotley is many things. His band of brothers left behind, disloyalty struts in his stride. He joined a crew to watch them sink, arriving then on Corpsewake shore, into the fighting pit he braved, where his opponent to rest was laid.
So he was brought into our crew, but as we left going two by two, Morven chose to stay behind and celebrate ’til he was brined. The locals soldiers caught his ire, and tied to a stake he did retire, his left hand lost with palm of silver, to Mutilare he was delivered.
Pirate Björk 