Place of Eagles
I go by the name Marlow; the name of a respectable sailor, unlike my father.
I’m the bastard son of a sailor born In a port village of high-elves; I was scolded for my mother’s weakness as a high elf and the half human blood that runs in my veins. My mother merely fed and clothed me, she often called me a mistake. The elves of the village considered me base and only saw value in me as a laborer. By the age of eight, I could no longer take the feeling of being an unequal. In a fit of childish rage, I stowed away on a ship called The Dapple leaving port one eve with nothing but the clothes on my back and the one thing that i have of my father : his spyglass. I can’t even remember the name of that village, or of my mother’s name.
It wasn’t long before I was discovered on ship, weeping of thirst and hunger. The ship’s captain Sancho, pitied me, and couldn’t take the finical loss of turning his ship around to my home port. He decided to take me under his wing, and show me the trade of sailing.
Sailing was hard work, but our captain was excellent and our crew worked together very well, sharing the labor equally. Sancho wasn’t a perfect man though, nor was his ship. Whenever, wherever we docked there was major work to be done on old Dapple to keep her afloat, so I was often set to work on the ship. Immersed in the workings of our watercraft, I became a seasoned mechanic.
Aside from a sailor, our captain was a drinker and a smuggler. By the ripe age of fourteen I was drinking with Captain Sancho and the best of them. But before we had our brews there were always dealings to be done. He showed me the workings of thieves and the underbelly of their world. We robbed the rich and shared our plunder with generous hands.Though there’s been pockets picked, chests opened, and gold stolen; I’ve always kept my honor.
I’ve spent my maturing years aboard the dapple. I’ve grown up well in the company of Captain Sancho and his crew. Now 13 years after I stowed away; Sancho has finally retired from his trade, condemned his ship, sinking it in a respectful burial, and dispersed his crew. At 21 I’ve decided to take to the life of an adventurer, hoping to find the funds to build my own ship one day:The Rocinante