User blog:Gabool the Wild/The Deathbringer

Ralon Deathbringer licked the blood off his cutlass, savoring the triumph of captianship. The ship Slyshadow cut through the waves, the early morning sun glinting of his blade. The corsair raccoon threw back his head and laughed. He had finally done away with his father, the fool who believed all the tales told about Redwall Abbey, magic swords and warrior mice. Well, he thought, here was one raccoon who would not be fooled by all those foolish tales. No longer would they spend their winters in the caves of Tall Rocks. No, now they were after the greatest prize a corsair could dream of. The Abbey of Redwall!