Well now, I suppsoe there ain't no better story I know than me own, eh? Lessee... How'd it all begin?
I was born on an isle somewheres in t' cold northern seas. Soon as I been born I was left on me own. I don' remmemmer why, jus' that I was alone. Well, the isle was a good 'un fer a northern place, it grew berries an' stuff (not that I like berries), an' there were trees, an' birds an' geese were there to kill. I grew up on the bow, I guess - it was t' first weap'n I learned to use. I made it good an' strong with twisted spruceroot fer a string. Then one day I was lucky enough ter spot a ship in t' horizon. I built a smoky fire an' yelled like mad. It came an' picked me up an' I was taken aboard as a common crewbeast. Gradually I worked me way up till I was a firs' mate. Then the ship crashed one day, an' everybeast save me was drowned. I tuck all the weapins I could hold an' went wanderin' till I found the fort 'ere.