Thou greedy wretch! Thou hast broken the laws of gods and sorcerers alike. By the sacred chains that hold my books, I command thee, return all thou hast stolen! Thou shalt release my wife, thou thief of both gold and glory. Failure brings upon thee the curse of eternal, agonizing fire! Tremble pirate, for the wizard's wrath is upon thee! Thou scallywag! Thinkest thou to flee with my secrets? I have beheld thy treachery in my crystal mirror. If thou dost not restore my stolen books and my wife to me immediately, I shall turn thee into a sea-serpent to be devoured by thy own foul crew. The power of the arcane is not meant for thieves. Thou art doomed to a grisly fate, of that I swear by my staff! Thou bilge-sucking thief! Thou hast dared to purloin my grimoires and lay hands upon my wife, the gentle lady Tabatha. Hearken to my malison: for this sacrilege, may thy skin turn to parchment, may the falling sickness seize thy limbs, and may the flames of hell consume thee forever and aye! Return my lore and my bride, or I shall rend thy soul from thy body with a whispered word, and noone shall find thy corpse in the deep!
