So, what started out sounding like a great idea is turning into something I loathe. Not to mention a huge number of setbacks have limited my ability to work on it. I wish I’d decided ahead of time to join the event, maybe I’d have gotten a little more progress.
“Yarr,” said the captain, cementing his position as a dread pirate in the mind of poor Daniel, who gazed upon him in fear and knew that all dread pirates said such villainous oaths as “yarr” and “shiver me timbers” and “avast ye mateys”.
Chapter 1
Daniel Fitzroy awoke on a fine English morning, the sun groggily peeking through a thick cover of clouds, seeing an even thicker layer of mist beneath them, and giving up, bathing the port town engulfed in said mist in a bright but vague kind of light as often happens in England.
Prologue
From Daniel’s Journal, dated shortly before our story begins:
The setting sun set the sky on fire, the clouds of a distant storm roiling in the flame. A dark sunset to be sure, and the rolling, stuttering reflections in the sea only added to the impression of being caught in a beautiful Hell, no land in sight, and the last tormenting fires flickering away and giving deference to an ominous, starless darkness.
I started a writing blog! It’s an interesting idea and one that I hope will pan out.
