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“Aye, we got problems, matey. Me gunners have mutinied! M’n’the crew up top be tryin’ to kick Sorlof’s keester while dealin’ with the mutinous gunners down’blo. Ye’re gonna have to go down’blo and deal with those mutinous sea dogs and take their blastin’ powder for the big’un o’er on the poop deck.
With ye mannin’ the big’un, Sorlof is sure to die and give up the booty!”
-Captain Ellis
Captain Ellis aboard the Sister Mercy in the Howling Fjord has asked that you recover 5 Barrels of Blasting Powder from the ship’s hold.
Quest Giver: Captain Ellis — Sister Mercy ghost ship, Howling Fjord [37.9, 74.7]
Objective: Collect 5 Barrels of Blasting Powder from the Mutinous Sea Dogs in the Sister Mercy’s hold.
Quick Facts
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Board the Sister Mercy
Collect the Blasting Powder
Efficiency Tips
Death and Respawn
Lore & Secrets
The Cursed Crew of the Sister Mercy
Easter Eggs
Bonus Content
Boots of Captain Ellis: An epic leather item (ilvl 213) purchasable with Emblems of Valor at level 80. Captain Ellis parted with his boots, perhaps when he died. A fun nod to this quest chain for leather-wearing characters who end up gearing through Emblems.
Explore Howling Fjord’s hidden easter eggs, lore mysteries, and connections across Warcraft history in Vikstone’s Howling Fjord Chronicles, along with the complete quest storyline.
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Vikstone's War JournalThe ghost ship had problems.

“Aye, we got problems, matey. Me gunners have mutinied!”
Of course they had. Even in death, pirates remained pirates.
“M’n’the crew up top be tryin’ to kick Sorlof’s keester while dealin’ with the mutinous gunners down’blo. Ye’re gonna have to go down’blo and deal with those mutinous sea dogs and take their blastin’ powder for the big’un o’er on the poop deck. With ye mannin’ the big’un, Sorlof is sure to die and give up the booty!”
I walked into the hold, where the mutineers had barricaded themselves with the blasting powder they’d claimed. Spectral pirates fighting amongst themselves while their ship battled giants. It would have been funny if the swords hadn’t been real enough to cut.
Five barrels. That was the count. I fought through translucent figures, gathering powder as I went. By the time I hauled the last barrel topside, the deck was chaos. Ellis’s loyalists clashed with Sorlof’s boarding parties while the mutineers tried to fight everyone.
The cannon waited on the poop deck, already loaded. I fed powder into its iron mouth, aimed toward Sorlof’s ship looming off the starboard bow, and fired.
The shot struck true. Wood splintered and something on that ship screamed.
Ellis materialized beside me, his spectral grin wider than any living face could manage.
“Mutinous sea dogs and giants abound! Here’s to hopin’ those treacherous bilge rats learned their lessons! Now it be time to man the big’un, matey!”
He wanted more. There was always more.
I reloaded.
The powder was loaded and Ellis pointed him at the cannon on the poop deck, because Sorlof’s Booty was coming into range and he had waited a long time for it.