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	Now Jones was a good captain, always straight and fair but firm, and his men loved him dearly in those deadly days of Navies and Patrol. A cunning old coot, and lucky too, but one day his ship Cornelia had the fight of her life. She won, in a manner of speaking, but such a victory as a sailin' man never prays for; left drifting with a holed hull and no masts left a-standing, barely able to stay afloat much less move.		Now Jones was a good captain, always straight and fair but firm, and his men loved him dearly in those deadly days of Navies and Patrol. A cunning old coot, and lucky too, but one day his ship Cornelia had the fight of her life. She won, in a manner of speaking, but such a victory as a sailin' man never prays for; left drifting with a holed hull and no masts left a-standing, barely able to stay afloat much less move.

	Now, ~~fourty~~ nights she sat adrift, stores run low and all the while men workin' the bilges, as desperate for a few more hours as any Unoathed you've seen starin' Lady Death in the face.		Now, forty nights she sat adrift, stores run low and all the while men workin' the bilges, as desperate for a few more hours as any Unoathed you've seen starin' Lady Death in the face.

	It was beginnin' to look grim indeed, the good captain considerin' an honest and dignified end for himself and then, should they choose it, when sails were spotted! Help had finally arrived...		It was beginnin' to look grim indeed, the good captain considerin' an honest and dignified end for himself and then, should they choose it, when sails were spotted! Help had finally arrived...
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	Step one; find your bearings. The machete thudded against a coconut tree several feet off, dislodging lunch – no iron near the compass for the best reading. The old compass creaked softly to itself as the needle found its bearing. Good; he’d expected that.		Step one; find your bearings. The machete thudded against a coconut tree several feet off, dislodging lunch – no iron near the compass for the best reading. The old compass creaked softly to itself as the needle found its bearing. Good; he’d expected that.

	Step two; work out where you’re going. He opened the telescope tube, struggling with the rubber seal he’d worked into the opening, and pulled out a rolled sheet of vellum. He ~~layed~~ it out on the beach, weighing down the edges with stones. If his treacherous ex-companions had known he had this, their fortunes would have been made! There weren’t many mapmakers in the Core who hadn’t copied Old Barnes’ map down at one time or another. The ink still stood out against the parchment as bold as he did when he’d first set quill to it.		Step two; work out where you’re going. He opened the telescope tube, struggling with the rubber seal he’d worked into the opening, and pulled out a rolled sheet of vellum. He laid it out on the beach, weighing down the edges with stones. If his treacherous ex-companions had known he had this, their fortunes would have been made! There weren’t many mapmakers in the Core who hadn’t copied Old Barnes’ map down at one time or another. The ink still stood out against the parchment as bold as he did when he’d first set quill to it.

	He’d just come from the core heading North along the Le Grant trench and past the Teal Islands. That meant that the nearest blank patch was... North by North East. The working copy of the map didn’t have patches of unknown filled with krakens and mermaids – Barnes needed that space to quill in what he found there. He rolled away the map with ~~practised~~ care, before testing the wind.		He’d just come from the core heading North along the Le Grant trench and past the Teal Islands. That meant that the nearest blank patch was... North by North East. The working copy of the map didn’t have patches of unknown filled with krakens and mermaids – Barnes needed that space to quill in what he found there. He rolled away the map with practiced care, before testing the wind.

	Step three; make sure you know when the weather is going to break. South Westerly wind, moderate. Not bad going, but slightly damp air suggesting a storm brewing over the course of the next week. He should have found shelter by then; these tiny rocks were no good to him anyway. Curse those pirates! No use cursing his luck any more though. At least, not whilst stationary. He made sure his lunch was secured on the coracle, gulped down the last of the turtle and set the compass on the small space where his legs weren’t hunched. He pushed off into the emerald sea, under the turquoise sky.		Step three; make sure you know when the weather is going to break. South Westerly wind, moderate. Not bad going, but slightly damp air suggesting a storm brewing over the course of the next week. He should have found shelter by then; these tiny rocks were no good to him anyway. Curse those pirates! No use cursing his luck any more though. At least, not whilst stationary. He made sure his lunch was secured on the coracle, gulped down the last of the turtle and set the compass on the small space where his legs weren’t hunched. He pushed off into the emerald sea, under the turquoise sky.

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	From the very edge of the ever expanding map, stories both absurd and true creep back to the core. There's always time in a pirate's life to slow down with a mug of rum and listen to an old friend, just back from the edge, tell the company a tale or two.		From the very edge of the ever expanding map, stories both absurd and true creep back to the core. There's always time in a pirate's life to slow down with a mug of rum and listen to an old friend, just back from the edge, tell the company a tale or two.


	== The Tale of Davy Jones ==		== The Tale of Davy Jones ==

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	...and that's why they call it Davy Jones' Locker, for every night the spirit must return to the rotting sea-casket in which Torriaeu tossed him over, all those centuries ago, there to seethe in his betrayal and misfortune, the Last Pirate to Die.		...and that's why they call it Davy Jones' Locker, for every night the spirit must return to the rotting sea-casket in which Torriaeu tossed him over, all those centuries ago, there to seethe in his betrayal and misfortune, the Last Pirate to Die.

	''Golden Neckbeard''		''Golden Neckbeard''

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	The warden headed for the door, leaving Baron Rivers to his agony.		The warden headed for the door, leaving Baron Rivers to his agony.

	''The Walrus''		''The Walrus''

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	Half an hour later, the cursing broke it as Barnes came back to retrieve his machete.		Half an hour later, the cursing broke it as Barnes came back to retrieve his machete.

	''The Walrus''		''The Walrus''

	==The Semarian Archipelago==		==The Semarian Archipelago==
	Click [[Endless Isles: The Semarian Archipelago\|here]] to read about the islands of The Semarian Archipelago!		Click [[Endless Isles: The Semarian Archipelago\|here]] to read about the islands of The Semarian Archipelago!