Jakarro sits upright slightly and a bit of his command presence returns. He barks and gestures towards the main hangar bay. "Master Jakarro wishes to greet the returning captains, please come with us, mighty champions of the Port."
The party accompanies Jakarro slowly to the main hangar bay where you first landed. Though it has only been a couple days, it seems like months since you first saw the hangar with all the banners flying, each representing an independent clan of pirates. Shivak grins to himself at his cleverness for decoding their strange speech and customs.
As the party watches out the hangar doors, they can see many of the pirate ships returning to their home in Port Nowhere. Several Wisps dance around the ships playfully as they enter the docking bays. There is loud cheering and the captains break out their finest bottles in celebration.
Jakarro smiles at the festivities, enjoying victory for the last time as leader of the pirates.
Jakarro makes a long, sorrowful cry. The pirate captains and their crews gather around Jakarro and the heroes.
The droid on his chest translates, "Master Jakarro has been among the stars for too long. He wishes to spend his final few centuries among the trees."
Instantly there is dissent among the pirates. Jakarro holds up a large furry paw and they all fall silent. Jakarro speaks and the droid continues to translate, "These strangers came to us, escorted by the Angels. It was a sign, according to the old tales."
Many pirates nod and mumble in agreement.
"They knew our ways instantly."
Most of the pirates take a drink.
"They joined us in glorious battle against our most feared enemy: the Eldrazi!"
More nodding and drinking.
"They called the Angels to aid us and the Angels responded."
More drinking and cheering.
"They succeeded in destroying the Eldrazi Weaver and made safe our home!"
Lots of drinking and backslapping, a few punches, a few less teeth.
"I pass the mantle of leadership to these champions. Serve them, as you have served me and they will lead you to riches and glory!"
Raucous celebration, hooting, drinking, hollering, drinking and of course.... more drinking.
The pirate captains kneel before Shivak, Tarro, SDX and Sharn. Their crews kneel behind them. They speak as one,
May your anchor be tight,
May your cork be loose,
May your rum be spiced,
May your compass be true.
Where you command, we sail!