Mutiny!

Oh, my Gods, it worked! The ship is ours!
 
Snoot came to me in the middle of the night and told me how we were too powerful to be made into slaves. At first, I had no idea what the man meant–I mean, I'm a farmer–, but he was right! Somehow, he knew about my Botany and Transmogrify legacies. He came up with a plan to take out the captain and that bitch, Shiver! Apparently, she's been the captain's whore for the better part of the last decade. I'm not gonna lie, I was relieved when Snoot suggested he handle her. At first, I thought she was like any ordinary person, but when we were being attacked during a storm last moon, I saw how powerful she was. I don't know if she had legacies or just raw destructive arcane power, but it was terrifying.
 
My job was to handle the captain, which was pretty easy, honestly. With my transmutive powers, he was a piece of cake to kill. I'm not gonna lie–it was pretty thrilling. I enjoyed every second of him bleeding all over his own ship. When I went outside to help Snoot, a massive hole blew through the deck and Shiver came flying out. She looked terrible. I'd have sworn she was in her late twenties or early thirties, but now–now she looked like an old woman. She was a damn elf, and the poor woman suddenly looked hundreds of years older. Some magical whirring around her manifested into an arrow that was launched into the hole. An explosion went off below deck, but all the fire that shot up out seemed to get caught in a whirlwind and sucked back down below. Snoot came out and simply threw her into the water. The woman was so withered and frail. She most likely died instantly.
 
It was on this night that we took the galleon for our own and I learned to fear my best friend.