Raiders and Rebels (Book One): Prologue.
Prologue: A small word about the seven seas. Introduction to the boys.
“The existence of the sea means the existence of pirates.”
- Malayan proverb
There are many uncharted territories. So much water, it goes on for days and months and years. This is a pirate’s playground; this is their home.
Funny how small objects can change a man’s life forever. A ring, a pocketwatch, a coin. To you, they may seem small and insignificant in your palm, to another they are the world.
We are apt to let our dreams pass us by. We imagine so much as small children and as reality sets in, those dreams get locked away and stored to become just another item of nostalgia for when we are drinking our sorrows in alcohol, memories that curl and twist like smoke and get lost in the ether of our minds. Few ever get to realize their full potential.
This that you are about to read is so much greater than you imagine. Threads of time that shift and turn. There are stories that have began and ended before this tale that lead to this crescendo, and perhaps one day the legend of John Winchester will be written for all to read.
For now, we start with his sons, who have already had many more adventures before this one. We start with his sons and the young man they meet who will change the game they thought they knew so well. This is when everything changes.
There’s more in the world than ships and salt and blood.
Legends are made because some people cannot handle the truth. Legends are made because we are tired of the myths of old. Sometimes, the truth is better than the lies.
This is one of those times.
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“Almost there, Sammy. Couple of days and we’ll be at that port.”
“Sure we’re ready?”
“Even if we aren’t, it’s too damn bad because here we are.”
“…Think Dad would be proud, Dean? After all we’ve done to get here?”
“Yeah, Sam.” A pause. “He’d probably tear us new ones, but I think after all of it, he’d be right here with us.”
“Think we’re gonna die?”
This time, a laugh. “Probably. Then again, dying’s just about the only thing we have left to do, Sammy.”
“Then we should get a move-on. If we’re gonna go to Hell, I’d rather go sooner than later, Dean.”
“And that’s why I love you, Sam. Let’s go.”
Next Part.
“The existence of the sea means the existence of pirates.”
- Malayan proverb
There are many uncharted territories. So much water, it goes on for days and months and years. This is a pirate’s playground; this is their home.
Funny how small objects can change a man’s life forever. A ring, a pocketwatch, a coin. To you, they may seem small and insignificant in your palm, to another they are the world.
We are apt to let our dreams pass us by. We imagine so much as small children and as reality sets in, those dreams get locked away and stored to become just another item of nostalgia for when we are drinking our sorrows in alcohol, memories that curl and twist like smoke and get lost in the ether of our minds. Few ever get to realize their full potential.
This that you are about to read is so much greater than you imagine. Threads of time that shift and turn. There are stories that have began and ended before this tale that lead to this crescendo, and perhaps one day the legend of John Winchester will be written for all to read.
For now, we start with his sons, who have already had many more adventures before this one. We start with his sons and the young man they meet who will change the game they thought they knew so well. This is when everything changes.
There’s more in the world than ships and salt and blood.
Legends are made because some people cannot handle the truth. Legends are made because we are tired of the myths of old. Sometimes, the truth is better than the lies.
This is one of those times.
_________________
“Almost there, Sammy. Couple of days and we’ll be at that port.”
“Sure we’re ready?”
“Even if we aren’t, it’s too damn bad because here we are.”
“…Think Dad would be proud, Dean? After all we’ve done to get here?”
“Yeah, Sam.” A pause. “He’d probably tear us new ones, but I think after all of it, he’d be right here with us.”
“Think we’re gonna die?”
This time, a laugh. “Probably. Then again, dying’s just about the only thing we have left to do, Sammy.”
“Then we should get a move-on. If we’re gonna go to Hell, I’d rather go sooner than later, Dean.”
“And that’s why I love you, Sam. Let’s go.”
Next Part.