This author has travelled the length and spreade of this worlde to truthfully and respectfully document the lives and characters of the pirates of my time. ‘Tis been a dangerous journey, for pirates are generally a cruel and hot tempered lot. Many a time only the particular pirates vanity and desire to have me telle his (or in the rare occation; her) lifestory to the worlde. I must admit it is to my personal fortune that the pirate who can actually read, is quite rare. Though I have lived a large part of my adventurous life amongst pirates, I have seldom met someone that I readily would call friend. But there are some that I know would risk life and limb for my benefit, and whom I would myselfe gladly risk my own hide for to save. Amongst those I do call friends are the three generations of Blackwells; William, Charles and Fiona. The first two have in this writing moment and to my deep regrette already lost their lives. To my knowledge and in my great hope, Fiona still lives, though I don’t know where or how. I hope to see her again some day in good health and in the high spirits that characterises the Blackwell breed.
Common among these three is that no matter what theyre colouring of hair and skin might be, the three of them all have blue eyes the colour of the ocean closest to them at the tyme. I know that many will call this myth, but I have seen with my owne eyes how Fionas eyes changed colour as we passed from the calm and shallow waters of the Vanilla Isles into the stormy waters in the Mare Orcus Oceanus. And I have hearde tell from reliable sources how William’s eyes changed as his goode ship passed over the murky and starlit Windward Ocean. His eyes even mirrored the tiny droplets of gold that occur as tricks of the light play on that strange and unholy ocean.
Another thing they have in common is a birthmark shaped like a star with eight points – like a compass rose. William has it on his right upper arm, Charles has it on his left shoulder (he has had a tattoo made following it’s lines) and Fiona has her birthmark on her left forearm. William has told me that his other son, Theodor, has a pale shape of the birthmark on his thigh, his daughter Margeret does not seem to have it at all – her children only has the pale shadows of the mark, but the granddaughter Phoebe (Theodors daughter and only child) has the birthmark – clear and defined - on her stomache, or at least had it when she was a babe. It seems there has to be a certain amount of adventure in the blood, before the mark appears.
They are a very easygoing and friendly lot, the Blackwells. I think that they turned to piracy because of the adventure of it, because nowhere else is daring do and foolish bravery more treasured than among pirates. In the following I will describe these three in three different parts, although in the nature of the case they have much overlapping in their lives. I will try not to repeate myselfe too much.
Written in the year of Our Lord 1635