"Cap'n Arthur Kirkland, the most dangerous pirate ever t' sail these 'ere waters. He's got a price on 'is 'ead so high, the laddie who brings 'im to the Crown's justice won't 'ave t' lift a finger for the rest o' his days. O' course, only if anyone ever catches 'im, 'im and 'is ship, the Black Phantom. They don't call her the Terror of the British Isles fer nothin'. She's a right beauty, the Phantom. 'Sides the flag she bears anyway. Made o' the darkest wood I e'er seen; on top of that, she's been known to vanish. Sometimes the Phantom is seen without a crew, and then vanishes into the fog. On the chase, just vanish into thin air, her captain with her. He's downrigh' impossible to catch. They say ye can't keep Cap'n Kirkland in any place he don't want t' be. He wears an eye patch I reckon for practical reasons, but others think 'e lost 'is eye in a battle with the general o' the Royal Navy, o' course he won. His blade moves fast as a hummingbird's wings, forged o' the finest steel to be found, save the Crown's own armory o' course. Some say a mischievous sea nymph nicked the eye when she couldn't win his heart. Heart o' stone, that Kirkland, it's a wonder he don't sink 'is ship with it. Everyone knows the story of Arthur Kirkland's father, the pirate. He was killed by the Crown, and Arthur Kirkland still wears 'is old man's hat. Everyone knows he became a pirate to seek revenge on the Crown fer killin' his father. 'Course even the queen herself can't do anythin' 'bout it. Once you see it, the Black Phantom's hull slicin' through the waves, the Jolly Roger flyin' gallantly from her mast; once you see 'im, Cap'n Arthur Kirkland, standin' on that dark helm, a wicked grin on 'is face and a feral gleam in 'is green eye, there ain't nothin' you can do. You're already dead."