Hmmmmm.... I have not quite spoken much about pirates within my family linage. I am sure I may speak of this in some other book or at some other time but for now I will keep this short as it is not of much importance. Even now as I sit upon this ship that hovers above the clouds as if to catch and retrieve the very sun, I think on stories told by my butler with the white tuff down the middle. He of whom family members once roamed the seas with my own members in search of gold. It was never in my interest to believe such stories until now. Of flying ships and dragons. Creatures that spoke and of other things that seemed out of this world. Now my great grandfather of whom I may have spoke of earlier was a King of the sea. He and many others had used the trees that we cull for the use of our buggies to create a ship of enormous size. His desire in the initial was to travel, greet and meet others from around the world but soon found gold and jewels and the like. His position soon changed once he understood that wealth could be developed from such a thing and his own would never become starved or beg for food. It was not at all difficult for this young man to take from those who were rich and divide the spoils with others and a few in poverty. He very much in his wisdom kept most and delivered such payment to my own grandfather so that I may now benefit from their riches. At some point and time others heard of his dealings and became his enemy, hiring others to help them in their desire to take down my great grandfather and control the riches of the sea. My butler with the white tuff down the middle, although I truly choose not to believe such tall tales has said that they survived as the water moved to their very whim. And often helped them to escape more perilous tasks that were not to their favor. It was strange however that no story was told of the death of their enemies but even by the water their enemies were often saved along with them. You would think these pirates would think to kill those who wished harm, but this butler never seemed to find a tale that told of such a thing. Who would have thought? Pirates who did not kill those who threatened their lives. Foolishness of this sort was not in my interest and although I have been able to recall such fibs I do not in anyway believe such a story to be true. It were not for his almost perfect work I would have deemed him mad and had him sent away to work in the mines or some other place. It may have never pleased my parents for such a task so I shall relent of my eagerness to do so now.
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How To Survive In A Dump: The Diary of Mr. Thaddeus
FantasyHis name is Mr. Thaddeus. A young man born into wealth and prestige writes of his experiences with those who now serve under him from his own unique perspective. One that he speaks on the greatness of his own estate and himself. That is until a ver...
