Pirates! Rum! Pirates! More rum! Naked pirates! What would it be like to find yourself among the scurvy dogs of a dread pirate crew? Follow our hero in a rum soaked adventure from the slums of Bristol to English Tangier. Will there be romance? Will there be danger, treasure or betrayal? Sail on the next tide to find out. Submit comments and direct the course of this salty yarn, shipmates! Please note this is a PG - 13 story. There is some profanity (what a fantastic word - it sounds so profane) and some scenes of a sexual nature, though these are not depicted in any detail. Other scenes within may cause offense so please do avoid it if you are a younger reader.

England: circa 1310 A.D. Few are blessed with the burden of foresight. Few could feel the wind changing, or see the skies darkening; a storm was brewing. For centuries, those with magic and those without lived together in relative peace. Alas, all good things must eventually come to an end. Twelve sorcerers, condemned to centuries of slumber, would soon awaken. During a time of religious reign, their awakening would be the catalyst that turned man against magic forever. So would begin the witch hunt, the slaughtering of magical creatures once awed. Some would perish; most would hide. Others would build an army in retaliation and the world would be at full out war. All this, with the threat of a dark cult hellbent on resurrecting the one being that should not be resurrected ever looming. Indeed, dark times lie ahead. It has been said: “A man does not become great by having it easy; it is adversity that pushes him to greatness.” If that were true, then Tahir and his companions had enough adversity to become some of the greatest people ever to live. This is their story.