"Thats Captain Adan, no mortal blade can wound him!" - (short story)

She let out a deep sigh, again, someone telling fairytales about another worthless pirate scum.

"Dont look at me like that! Its true, his skin turnes to stone and noone is able to cut through that. its also said thats why he cant swim .. he would just drop down to the bottom of the ocean.."

Her movement was fast enough to make that mug shiver and nearly burst as she put it down in front of the Storyteller. "Do me a favor, I know Manuel ...stop spreading your storys , all that will bring is harm to him. Drink your Grog, be happy , but keep your mouth shut about him"

Before he could answer, the tavernmaid lowered her voice and leaned in, an uncanny red glow within her eyes as she wispered: "'Cause if you dont stop, cats gonna get your tongue, thats a promise!"