21
Apr/2008

by Captain_Khel

For some reason, any time a woman goes to sea, some man feels he must speculate as to why. As if the freedom of the waves, the promise of adventure, and the opportunity for great welath don't apply to women. Idiots. I love the sea. The swell of the deck beneath my boots, the wind in my face, the screams of the gulls, the exultation of sunrise, the extreme overwhelming force of a storm. It's what I live for, and the gods help any man who keeps me from it.

Although I suppose, in a way,... Read More

20
Apr/2008

by Captain_Khel

For those of you who wonder about my screen name . . . and for those of you who were there. This bit was taken from the journals of a ship's carpenter named Stedd Amblecrown.

Captain Khelendra Seasweeper wasn't always a sea captain. Once, she was a young girl who loved to sit on the quais of Westgate and look out on the waters along the Dragon Coast and dream of escape. She'd occasionally pilfer a loaf of bread from the neighborhood baker and feed it to the gulls. Their raucous screa... Read More