Oh, my Aching Head …

The feel of the salt water soaking his beard finally woke Ringo up. He had passed out beneath a wooden boardwalk. Small red crabs crawled over his thick forearms.

“How much did I have last night? And wasn’t I in Stormwind? How did I end up in Booty Bay?”

Pulling himself up, he brushed the mud off his overalls, dislodging a now-dead fish that had somehow come to rest inside his clothes. Shading his eyes from the cruel sun with one hand, he grabbed a thick knot of vines with the other and pulled himself with a groan up onto the boardwalk of Booty Bay, ignoring the smirking goblin guards as he staggered towards the griffon master’s station.


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