Post by Captain James Casanova (I) on Jun 29, 2010 10:36:38 GMT -5
Backstory:
I had last been in Illyria for many months and my spirit fire inside of me started to flicker.
“All right men! It’s time to saddle up and move out!” some sighed as they much moved the lands in which we visited, and others cheers, as restless as I was, ready to see what was next of the world.
”Where to next Captain?” a mate asked me.
I was never sure why they had taken to calling me Captain. It was not a position I eve claimed. This ship hand once belonged to Captain Martain Lewis, once upon a time…. I, back then, was just a child, only near 16. I had been raised under the hand of a well training sailor of the Queens army (though I had never been there). My “father” passed away in a battle at sea when I was 14. I spent some time upon the ship before taking off on my own. I stole a boat of my own one night, the start to my piratey. I sailed many days before I came upon this ship. I pretended to be sick and weak, a near lad who needed help. The people on the ship took me aboard. I sail as one of them for a while before one day, holding a dagger to the Captains throat and willing him to over turn his ship into my command. You see, I was a con artist. I made my money by the way of lies and deception, and he, my friends, was a meer fool. He took me in as the helpless and loyal lad I pretended to be, while much of my time I spent turning his ship mates against him, promises them treasures they could only dream of. It only took a short time for them to be more loyal to me than they had been to him. My youthfulness and restlessness seemed to spin inside of all of them and I do think they all welcomed the change and the promise of where I would take them.
“To Terre d'Ange ,” I was not sure why I said this. This was one place I had always avoided as if being in the home land of my adopted father would bring me pain. I guess it was time to face it head on.
I had last been in Illyria for many months and my spirit fire inside of me started to flicker.
“All right men! It’s time to saddle up and move out!” some sighed as they much moved the lands in which we visited, and others cheers, as restless as I was, ready to see what was next of the world.
”Where to next Captain?” a mate asked me.
I was never sure why they had taken to calling me Captain. It was not a position I eve claimed. This ship hand once belonged to Captain Martain Lewis, once upon a time…. I, back then, was just a child, only near 16. I had been raised under the hand of a well training sailor of the Queens army (though I had never been there). My “father” passed away in a battle at sea when I was 14. I spent some time upon the ship before taking off on my own. I stole a boat of my own one night, the start to my piratey. I sailed many days before I came upon this ship. I pretended to be sick and weak, a near lad who needed help. The people on the ship took me aboard. I sail as one of them for a while before one day, holding a dagger to the Captains throat and willing him to over turn his ship into my command. You see, I was a con artist. I made my money by the way of lies and deception, and he, my friends, was a meer fool. He took me in as the helpless and loyal lad I pretended to be, while much of my time I spent turning his ship mates against him, promises them treasures they could only dream of. It only took a short time for them to be more loyal to me than they had been to him. My youthfulness and restlessness seemed to spin inside of all of them and I do think they all welcomed the change and the promise of where I would take them.
“To Terre d'Ange ,” I was not sure why I said this. This was one place I had always avoided as if being in the home land of my adopted father would bring me pain. I guess it was time to face it head on.