Juan Garrion
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Too Busy To Notice
At the as-yet-unnamed colony, diUmbria walked, somewhat dazed, among the buildings- down fresh dirt roads soon to be cobbled, past shops and homes being raised brick by brick, timber by timber. Newly painted windows and doors spoke of industrious hands forming a new life in this incredible landscape. The population was just shy of two hundred souls now. He had come to be the sole director of the affairs of the colony. All of the resources had been his own, and all of the buildings had been surveyed and approved by the Venetian captain. To the end that his bank account was running lower and lower, by the millions then…
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To The New World
After the kraken hunt, diUmbria returns to London. He soon receives post from Juan Garrion to meet at Seville, as he is finally ready to sail for the New World. The older captain is anxious to find a place to begin an approved colony, the company having already grown to include 12 other fine captain’s and their exploits. He began to feel he was part of something greater than himself. Still, he was beginning to wonder about the kraken. Was it only a myth? He’d been at sea A LOT. No kraken. The only person ever, so far as he knew, to actually see one was Keplin, and his disappearance…
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Sailing out to the Sunrise
There came a day when several seasoned explorers were gathered in a tavern in Seville. It was late in the evening, the day’s work done, and the conversation began to tilt to selecting their next endeavor. It was never certain, afterward, exactly whose idea planted the seed; but most would agree that it was Captain Kosevo that first suggested a voyage to far distant Edo. Some of the rest of the group included a weathered pirate, Captain Cyril, as well as the interepid explorer diUmbria and the wealthy merchant Juan Garrion. Soon enough they all seemed caught in an inexorible tide sweeping them across the world to Japan. In just…
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The Sight of Stonehenge
Stately ships lay moored quietly as dusk softly settled on the docks of London. The air was wet with the smell of the sea, the buildings slowly receeding into the shadows of the night. Interiors beckoned with cozy warmth, the orange yellow glow of welcoming taverns lined up to face the sailors coming in from the ocean. At one, a certain seasoned italian captain paused a moment to take in the view before plunging through a doorway to the welcoming farmiliarity of his favorite establishment. The man was known as diUmbria, the fabled Venetian sailor known far and wide as much for his bravery at sea and in battle as…
