(( This is mostly for Lectril's sake. He's been hounding me to write this fan fiction ever since I hinted it back in TBC, but I never actually went anywhere with it. Seeing as I was a bit younger and less knowledgeable, some of this may seem a bit cliche. Also, the pirates in this story share the same name with the Quillboar that allied with the Scourge. They are not related at all. ))
Part 1: Chapter 1: The First Three
After the Third War, most soldiers returned home. This was not so for the Berserker known as Agmash. He stole a ship in the chaos after the war and sailed to Booty Bay, a haven for pirates; most notably the Blackwater Raiders. The trip was arduous on his own, and the Troll barely managed to keep the ship on course during storms. His dream of absolute freedom would have to wait until he had a crew. One could not run a decent sized ship alone, and it was dangerous to do so with one that flew Horde colors.
The first order of business was being granted entrance into the port city. Luckily for him, the Raiders sent out a party to investigate the Horde ship, finding only Agmash, who made a deal with the gold located in the cargo hold. They assisted him in tarnishing the Horde colors and repainting the sails and flag white and black respectively. Agmash was asked if he would like to join the Raiders, but he respectfully declined and set foot in Booty Bay. He just wanted a small crew, and a few swabbies for taking care of the ship.
Agmash went to the Salty Sailor Tavern and took a seat in one of the larger chairs. He called out to the bartender to get him some grog, and the Troll folded his arms behind his head and leaned back. He kept his eyes out for any potential crewmates, but otherwise relaxed. Things were going well so far, despite his fear of being caught by the Horde or Alliance on the way here. Though... he was beginning to lose hope on finding a crew in the tavern.
That was, until a curious looking Goblin and a Human wandered in. The two were chatting away about what might have been the goblin female's latest invention. Their conversation quickly turned to dinner, and the goblin hopped on the human male's back, hitting him in the head repeatedly. Clearly, they shared a close bond and the human had forgotten something important. Once they settled, Agmash approached them.
"'Ey. Buy ya two a drink?" He gave a friendly grin, and the human looked at him in surprise. The man's brown eyes traveled over the Troll. He said and gave away nothing. This was a city owned by pirates in their own right. It was a great quality not to trust someone upon the first meeting. Agmash found himself liking this one already. The goblin peered out from behind the human's shoulder and blew her brown bangs from her eyes, revealing her own red eyes.
"Yeah, sure. Some Port'll do nicely. I'd order tha rum, but ole Garzini here'd rather use that in her explosives," The human laughed, and gave the goblin he named Garzini a nudge. She grinned, not denying what he said at all. She dropped from the back of the yet unnamed man and peered at Agmash yet again. She couldn't tell what the Troll was up to. His open vest, faded linen pants and black tricorn hat gave nothing away but an openness to talk.
"Alright, Burnes. He's good, I think. I'm not gonna turn down a drink," She hopped up onto the bar counter and faced the two. Agmash smiled, and ordered two flasks of port, since Garzini had not given her choice of drink, and the Troll already had his grog. What better way than to make friends than with free drinks? He lifted his trifecta, revealing his messy mop of... pink hair and nodded at them.
"I be Agmash. I was wond-"
"Oh, my... gosh! He has pink hair!" Garzini couldn't compose herself. She leaned onto Burnes' shoulder and slammed her fist down, "You don't even know how long it's been since I've seen someone with pink hair. It's just so silly. Is that a natural color? It must be. What self respecting man would dye his hair pink?" Her cackling didn't cease and Agmash placed his hat back upon his head, disappointed. He leaned forward, so that his pointed tusks were inches from Garzini's face.
"Ya t'ink mah hair's funneh, do ya?" He grunted and she finally stopped, just a tiny bit frightened by his imposing visage. Burnes put a hand on Agmash's shoulder and the Troll regained his composure, "As I was sayin'... I'm lookin' for a crew."