not even following the story anymore |
From twenty stories up I look down on the churning sea. As we fly over that great expanse of blue I contemplate what I am and what lead me here today. Born as a nobleman I could have had it all. But I thirsted for adventure I'm cursed with wanderlust. At the age of twelve I ran from home with adventure my only goal. I lived on the streets of london for five years. I tried to go back home once but my father rejected me I can still hear my mother's pleas as he sent the dogs on me. To this day I still hate that man. At eighteen I joined a pirate crew. Aboard the great airship Demoness. Hundreds died at our hands during the next years. Everyone aboard that ship. Had their fair share of blood on their hands. I quickly rose in the ranks. From Deckhand to first mate in just a few months. Then one day from the empire came, Two assasins they killed the captain putting me in charge. I soon caught them both and made them walk the plank and fall to the abyss below. Now back to the present ten years after that I'm still captain of this ship and fairing pretty well. and so I sail on and on till the reaper comes for me too. I see all that I've done All that I've known yet I regret nothing not even the death of my father at my own hands. I'm a pirate for life it seems and I'll sail on till the reaper catches up to me. All that |