					~ Introduction ~

Wouldnt you love to be part of history? Being remembered for years, maybe decades, or centuries, until the end of humanity? I certainly did!  Well, last time I checked, they said I would but thats not the case for now.

If someone is actually reading this, I bet you are going to ask who I am. Well, let me answer you, dear invisible friend, my name is Claude Castas, also known as Claude Scab Castas. Ah, you may wonder why the middle name there. I will tell you sometime later, do not worry.

Well I do not know how to start, I guess I should be saying how old I am, maybe? I am 17 years old, pretty much an adult now, even if my body states the opposite. You see, I look way younger than what I am, I do not know why this happens. The year is 1554, I wonder who was the one that started counting years like a boring sage... Ah well, I was born in the sovereign country of Stain, I speak ringlish good, though, since my studies forced me to learn this other language, I actually like ringlish; it brings more interest in my life. As of now, I have lived in a country close to Stain called Caraveas, people say that this small country has some sort of friendship with Stain, not sure why, maybe because people keep seeing the Saint Stanish Inquisition going around the seas, close to this country. Funny... I have a weird vibe about them every time I see them, must be me.

As of now, I am on my mighty ship, going towards the unknown, living the magic feeling of hearing the sound of small waves hitting my ship, like an orchestra made with instruments that were made out of heaven. If only you knew how this felt it's pretty lovely.

I am a pirate that works for the country of Caraveas since a few months ago; time passes by like the wind, in a pace that no one can control.

Our crewmates are working here, too. Cleaning the ship, and refilling resources. Hmm, never knew you could cultivate fruits and herbs right inside your ship. My, the world has such wonders

Seeing myself through the reflection of my sable brings memories of how my adventure started If you wish, I can tell you how this all started.

For now, I ought to leave, my buddy Fluff E. Sheep just said there is land ahead, we are gonna put anchor on the nearby dock after arriving.

Until the sea rises again, I will see you, my friend.

 

~ Claude Scab Castas
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