Role

Chapter 1

This story doesn't not begin with Marbacal, but his father, Tolimon
Marback the 3rd. An ordinary man, conscripted into the Sultan
navy at a very young age. He was not very good at the whole
sailoring thing. He never strived beyond what he was and was
content and partially inept in that he did not move up the ranks
in the Sultan navy. He stayed a 9th mate for almost his whole
life including when Marbacal was born.

Marbacal grew up in the sailoring world. Heard the stories, drank
the grog (when no one was looking) and absorbed everything there
was about sailoring, ships, and the sea. He was also a very mischievious
individual compared to many on a highly disciplined ship. It was
not uncommon for the elder boy of the family to join the father
on the ships they serve, in part to train them, but also to condition
them to stay with the Navy and serve the Sultan. Hiding the fact
that most of those on the ship were slaves conscripted by Sultan
guards against their will. But as time went on, strange how most
simply accepted their path, their role, and suddenly became loyal
to the enslaver.

Marbacal was always getting into trouble and asking the wrong
questions. At least the wrong questions when it came to a navy
disciplined ship.

"Father, what is another name for pirate treasure?" Marbacal
would ask.

"Why booty my son, why do you ask?" Tolimon, his father would
respond.

This would bring a huge roar of laughter from the gathered
sailors, and every time Tolimon fell into this trap. His son
could not but help to continue to lay these verbal traps.