I stare out towards the vast sea in front of me, looking into the waves as they crashed down upon the crystal beaches with fury and beauty. The ocean is like the sirens residing beneath the tides, luring me to the waters despite the danger, the chance that I may never return to land. I wonder why I even stare out at the liquid wonder, then I remember my time aboard Old Jack.
A ship made of the finest timber, crafted by the best craftsmen, and meant for voyage that would cast a shadow upon all other quests before it. I was a wee lad when I was recruit to serve on the sea fort, barely into my teens. I was hired to scrub the decks and to wash the dishes, the pay was bad, but the voyage was ultimately worth the conditions. I watched the older pirates play cards and bet over pieces of silver, often resulting in gun duels or fist fighting. It was strange that such rough and barbaric men were on such a fine and elegant ship. The biggest shock was seeing the captain, a man rounder then the earth, and most likely weighing down the ship. He called himself Twinblade, saying that he was the greatest fighter in the land, the other pirates joked that he was a better eater, time would prove that joke to be true.
As Old Jack set off onto its voyage I was finally informed about the intended plan, to search for the the fountain of gold. Legend said that there was fountain filled will a never ending supply of jewels and shiny metals, apparently that was all pirates cared about. For the first ten days of travel we suffered no problems, smooth sailing and fine wine were the only things to look forward to.
But then things took a turn for the worse...