The Age of Pirates

First, a little announcement. I thought no one would read my terrible writing anymore, but today I discovered three new comments (three in a year is hardly anything to brag about). Overjoyed (?), I’ve decided to explain the current status of this story, so nobody thinks I’ve abandoned it. Since I’m a miserable high school senior, updates are on hold until June 2013... The chapters I’ve already revised will be revised again then. Anyway, I hope you’ll offer plenty of feedback and leave comments. I’m on my knees, thanking you Since putting Byron’s work right at the beginning probably scared some people away, I’ve moved it to the end... Here’s a brief introduction: This is a sweeping story involving religion, the Age of Discovery, nautical knowledge, the Anglo-Spanish War, and political intrigue, among other things. It is realistic and logical, with no squicky content, no idiots, and no warped values. Welcome, and please leave a comment after reading. Finally, if anything strikes a nerve, feel free to leave a comment and let me have it. And finally, a greeting to everyone: “Hi, I’m a helplessly awful blurb writer~~~~~” My pirate’s dream, my mission to plunder and pillage On the dark blue sea, the waves splash merrily, Our hearts are free, our thoughts stretch far and wide. Vast are the lands where the great winds blow, where the sea billows and rolls, Measure our domain, behold our homeland! All of it is our empire, its power sweeping all before it, Our flag is our scepter, and all who meet it must yield. Our bold lives cleave through the waves to the symphony of storms, From work to rest, every hour is filled with joy. Who can understand this bliss? Not you, pampered servant! Your soul would shrink from the heaving waves. Nor you, vain noble, given over to comfort and debauchery! Sleep cannot soothe you, joy cannot touch you. Who knows this pleasure, unless his spirit has been baptized by suffering, Then soared proudly over the boundless sea, That ecstasy, that pulse beating freely, Only the castaway who has survived the brink of death can know it. For this joy, we charge into battle; For this joy, we embrace adventure. Byron, The Corsair = = I’m revising the chapters one by one. If you come across a continuity bug, please ignore it for now or leave a comment...