My name is Olek Longthrow.  Yes, THAT Olek: the one who, in the last battle of the Goblin uprising, threw a spear from our camp across both battle lines clean through the head of their chief.  That throw ended the battle.  That throw ended the war.

Funny thing is, it wasn't even a proper weapon.  It was a ceremonial spear from the back of the commander's tent.  I was younger then and hot-headed.  I'd run out of ammo and thought to myself "if I can just kill that bastard over there..."

So I did.

Naturally that propelled me through the ranks faster than a derrigible.  I got my pick of commands.  Problem was, the war was over.

That was many years ago now.  I've mellowed or maybe as some say,even softened.  Truth be told, I never much cared for war.  Sometimes I think that it wasn't bloodlust that strengthened my arm that day, but just the desire to end the fighting.

There are smaller conflicts here and there, naturally, but I don't bother.  Let the young and the brash handle them.  I have my own reasons for wanting to Captain a submarine, but there's also the cold calm of the deep oceans to sooth me.