Well, me own background's a wee bit on the dull side. born in the colony of South Australia, son of a vintner Da and a teacher mam, i soon picked up the odd useful skill, them bein' a knowledge of the difference between prime grog and rotgut, the skills o' leadership and a knack fer spottin' the opportune moment afore it passed me by.
me Mam and Da moved about a bit, which i suppose it where i got me wanderlust from.
heh, 'tis a wee bit funny. Terra Australia bein' the size it is, it weren't until me fifteenth birthday i even saw the sea, but when i did, i swift made up fer lost time. signed aboard the Bunyip, a blue water trader out o' Melbourne town. it would seem that the Bunyip's captain was a man with a relaxed view on the nature o' posessions, so it wern't long till i found meself on the wrong end of a bayonet. thankfully, the bloody redback'd forgot the first rule o' survival: when yer pointing a musket at a lad, make sure he ain't got any mates around. anyway, one swift fracas later, i had me a nice new(ish) pair o' boots, a cutlass and a slightly used musket.
'twas at that point i thought to meself that it might be an idea te get meself trained up enough te keep me tripes on the inside, where they're intended. i found an old scotsman what felt up to the task and a while later i found meself knowin' the way around a blade or battle quite well.
the years went by, as the've a way o' doin', and at last i found meself in possession of enough gold te get meself a ship o' me own. i took meself to the docks and spied meself a ship te me likin', bartered a day and a night and finally dropped me coin down.
Alas, was the one time me sense o' the truthfulness o' me fellow man's let me down. turns out the damn keel was riddled wi' shipworm. thankfully, it lasted me long enough te get me to a pirate-safe port, but it's taken me a bloody year te get the gold together te get meself inside a hull once more. soon though, and then meself and me new lady, the Sandstorm , plan te pay a wee visit te the son of a rat that sold me that worm-filled barnacle-reef and present 'im with a bit o', heh heh, "Customer Feedback".
well, a mate's gotta have a goal for the future, don't he?
