Gaspar Ignacio

DAMN! I hate being this far inland.  If it hadn't been for that incompetent Captain Cirac, we would all be living the high life about now. Six months, six months at sea making trades in various ports to finally acquire a galley full of rare feathers.  Who would have thought that feathers could be worth so much? Those nobles in Scandaga were going to pay a quite a pretty penny, or should I say GOLD, for those.  If we ever catch up to those bastard Argosseans or that damn galley cook who told them. let's just say blood will be spurting from multiple veins. We should have never gone to that tavern.

Life has never been easy being the youngest of three.  My father spent all his free time away from the academy teaching my older brother the finer points of swordsmanship, with me as his sparring partner and pin cushion. While my beautiful mother was equally occupied teaching my sister proper etiquette and trying to arrange a good marriage for her. I was supposed to go into religion.  Entering a monastery would cost them little and get me out of their hair.  Forget that. I left home at thirteen and decided I'd make my own fortune.

Growing up in Kordava there was ample opportunity in the large port. I found work on Captain Cirac's ship as a deck hand.  Nine months later as we were being boarded by Argossean pirates, I was finally able to prove my skill with a sword. Having felled three on my own, I was moved to the buccaneers' quarter where I no longer had to scrub decks.

For Eight years I lived on that ship.  After various promotions I stood to make a small fortune.  Well, at least enough to live the high life for a while and maybe cosponsor a trade voyage with the captain.  That's where the real money is anyway.