The Saga of Captain Wereshark , Part 7 Content . The sudden charge of a tribe of blood - crazed Nord axe swingers and a horde of trident - swinging lizard bulls must have rattled the Sea Elf captain , for he shouted a panicked cry to his bowmen . They foolishly turned their arrows on the enraged beasts . The futile attacks only enraged the lizard bulls all the more , and in the commotion , the Wereshark shouted " Stendarr ' s Blood ! " As one , we charged into battle . The enraged lizard bulls fell upon the frightened Sea Elves , ripping them apart or tossing them into the trees . By the time the Sea Elves rallied , forming a phalanx of shields and casting lightning and storms , Mighty Flicka and the rest were past them , meeting us at the shore . The Wereshark had reclaimed his weapons by then , and those Sea Elves too slow to flee fell as we freed our compatriots from bondage . Caught between a crowd of the most ruthless buccaneers to ever raise a sail and a herd of enraged lizard bulls , even the cluster of Sea Elves wilted like a moon blossom in Sentinel ' s heat . Eventually , the surviving Maormer scattered and fled into the woods , chased by most of the lizard bulls . With Neramo and Vimy to show the others how it was done , we took down what few lizard bulls challenged us . After quickly looting every valuable we could from the Elf corpses , we survivors rushed into our boats and pushed out onto open sea . All of us kept wary eyes on the anchored Sea Elf galleon floating beyond the Pale Spirit . New fog rolled in behind us , and I ' ll never forget the tortured cries of those Sea Elves as the lizard bulls chased them down and gored them . Despite their barbarous ways , I almost pitied the poor bastards as the island ' s terrifying inhabitants slaughtered them to the last . Captain Wereshark now wore the golden - armored leader ' s helmet on his own head , though that was more of a mocking joke than a permanent adjustment . As if the Wereshark would ever truly doff his ever - changing tangle of marvelous colored feathers ! How then would people recognize him ? As we rowed , and Sea Elves screamed , we waited for lightning , or storms , or another sea serpent attack , but we reached the Pale Spirit and clambered aboard as the surviving crew of the Silver Arrow did the same . We set sail , but the Sea Elf warship stayed where it was anchored . I knew then that fool of a Sea Elf captain had not left enough sailors on board to sail his warship home . On another day we might have seized her , but we had neither the necessary crew to sail her nor a benefactor who would buy her . I watched the fog swallow that Sea Elf warship and the island of enraged lizard bulls . The screams persisted long after both had vanished from view , but soon there was no sound but the gentle lapping of the sea and the flapping of the Pale Spirit ' s mighty sails . We sailed with the Silver Arrow all through the night , in case there were more Sea Elf warships in search of the first , but no others challenged us . The fog burned off with the new day to reveal another island , far more promising than the last . As we slid silently forward and sailors readied weapons , we could see the glistening spires of Sea Elf architecture and , more importantly , no visible Sea Elf soldiers guarding her shores . This was likely another fishing village , so remote none expected attack . Our haul from this raid would be massive . With a twinkle in his eye and his feathers flapping in the wind , Captain Wereshark ordered the attack .