Audio taken in game of \"Captain Olmstead Reyn\" from Beyond Skyrim:WoT
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Irish (Eastern- Leinster, Dublin)Transcript
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Captain Olmstead of the Da's venture, formerly of the Celestine. She's a fine ship, but she's no Celestine that I am. That's why I call myself Captain Olstead though. I will say I'm not the owner that would be Corona. I steer her safely from place to place wherever she means to go. No ship has ever been lost under my command. And that's more than I could say for some, I've seen enough death to last three lives. Ah, that was a real tragedy. Her owner was a damn fool. Well, he meant well, but he went about it in a damn fool way. Plan to put me out to pasture. It was his way of taking care of me for all my years of service. Never mind whether I was ready to go. He needed a younger, stay your hand at the wheel. So he said, and he certainly got the first, the young upstart ran poor Cel S Dan across the calad in fangs and sank her straight to the bottom on a clear day. You can still see her down there. Oh, but she was a beautiful ship. Still is for that matter, maybe one day I'll find a wizard who can bring her back up for me. Don't seem to any place in particular to narrow it down. The ships of high rock tend to be proportioned differently to the ones you'll see. Down south, they're shorter. I've even heard them called Stumpy, but they're deeper below the water. They have to be. The north seas are fearsome and as cold as death I couldn't tell you. I've barely been there. I never stay long and land and never out of sight of the water. Well, except when I've been indoors, I suppose. What about you? Are you for the land or sea? Ha ha. More c for me then it's too hot. That was the main thing I noticed. But her ships, they had their own kind of beauty. They are low and sleek and when the wind treats them right, they practically fly. They had interesting names too. Mazie Dolphin for the little ones. And if you hear that in Allah Rah is coming, watch out. I made a run up to so Stein a few years ago, it was a damned eerie day. The sea was still as glass and that great smothering mountain had dropped a carpet of ash all over it. We glided through it and the only way you could tell we were moving at all was the dark wake we left behind the East Empire company makes sailing up the n in a nightmare. A friend of mine is murdered at water's edge trying to sort out what he owes them, but they keep on piling on additional penalties every day. I used to say of a last from young vault, contested territory that well, all of Johanna is contested. To be honest, the disagreements come down to the smallest detail. Like whether you call fro the king or a yarrow. It's not for me, that's for sure. There's the isle of hearn The people there once had enough to never leave that they've since been relieved of. Still plenty remain. Captain's advice. If you're looking for a place to stay, the inns get nicer the further you get away from the port, only fools sail the Pan river treacherous rocks at the mouth and pass that nothing but flies mud and jungle. We once tried to stop the trade in port Tal vas but the paperwork to even enter costs 10 times. What we stood to gain. The view of oral from the inner sea is hauntingly beautiful, sad but beautiful. All the same. It's too hot. Hm. Suit yourself. All right then.