Having returned from successfully trading with the man whom the unnamed bay was named after with three new ships to add to the fleet the Good Captain allowed his crew some well earned down time. Maintenance and upkeep would not be ignored, neither would the remodelling and restoration of his new ships however what work there was would be scaled back to give the crew a rest.

The new ships had been loving restored by the man whom the unnamed bay was named after but like anyone who purchased something second hand the Good Captain had things he wanted to personalise on each of the ships. None of the tasks were big jobs and therefore each of them could be approached slowly given that the need for those ships was not immediate.

As well as giving his crew some well earned downtime the Good Captain took some down time of his own. However unlike many of his crew who chose to spend their free time drinking rum and loitering at Nancy’s Tavern the Good Captain chose to spend his time in the large dinning room looking through the chest left to him by his father.

Since the chest had been delivered by the sea going delivery man in the small boat it had remained sitting in the large dinning room. Out of respect for the captain no one had touched it, in fact no one had even shifted it. The treasure that lay within its walls was that of the Captain’s and each and every pirate that resided within the castle wall knew that. If the contents of the chest had a story worth sharing it was the Good Captain’s story to share, not theirs to read.

The Good Captain did not feel guilty that he hadn’t allowed himself the time to sift through the large leather bound ledger that was the sole item in his father’s chest, for he knew that time was aplenty for him. How he knew that he couldn’t put his finger on but he did know it and it was that knowing that saw him only going back to the chest during his relaxation time.

Something else that the Good Captain knew was that the single leather bound ledger contained more about his father than he had even known before. From stories about his journeys, to the battles he’d won or lost, to his life after piracy, to what he expected within the afterlife, a simple scanning of the ledger had told the Good Captain its covers held many an interesting story.

He held no ill contempt towards his mother who refused to tell him the stories of his father when he was a child, it was simply her mechanism for coping with raising a child by herself when her husband had disappeared seemingly without a trace. He also did not grow up in a state of wonderment as to who his father was or where he had gone. However neither of those things meant that upon receiving the gift he had he would ignore it.

At first he wondered if reading the ledger was simply a rebellious move aimed at the thought of his mother’s desire to keep his father from his thoughts as he was growing up. That thought did take a few efforts to dislodge from his mind but it was once that thought was pushed from his mind that he realised two things. Firstly that he wanted, in fact needed, to know the stories which his father had made such effort for him to receive after he had passed on and secondly that there was no immediacy for him to gain such knowledge because the time he needed would be afforded to him.

The Good Captain sat at the large dinning table in the big dinning room, there was a large tankard of rum sitting on the table beside his right hand and the large leather bound ledger from his father sat before him. The ledger was closed and the Good Captain was almost aimlessly tracing his right index finger around the golden gilding that ran along the edges. When he sat down he thought he was ready to open the ledger but as his finger traced a path of gold that thought had changed, yet he could not tell why.

Picking up his tankard and taking a hefty swig of the darkened nectar within he thought about what he was about to do. For whatever reasons he did not try to understand he knew that reading the ledger in the order it was written and presented was not important. The ledger did not tell just one tale, it was not a journal of accounts organised in a chronological order, is was simply a collection of tales his father had wanted him to know.

With no answers coming to him the Good Captain simply placed his right hand on the top cover of the ledger, shuffled his fingers down the pages until something, or someone, unheard told him to stop, then lifted his hand and opened the cover at the randomly selected page.

Before the large leather ledger was fully open the Good Captain could see the words written upon the page that had been selected for him to read. He made a point of reading only the heading at the top of the page and not letting his eyes scan the heavy cursive script below until the time was right. What he saw written in that near perfect script, obviously written by a skilled hand was the following four words.

“Sunset On The Golden Age”

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