I found me self driftin away in me sea of thoughts. It's been an easy sail and a great bounty of spoils from raidin. But, I cant help but remember why I set sail. Why the ocean breeze pulls me in. The sea salt air and open waters make for the best adventures and tales! Maybe that is why. The struggles and loss, the joys and the battles won! Me sturdy vessel, me crew, all things that keep me from shore lest I become a washed up landlubber. But we all start somewhere. Me name wasn't made in a fortnight. Ol' Captain Gold Bell got plenty tales, and even more to make.


Art by the fast  Shamerli