The Pirate: Captain Corgi

John and I had been friends for years. He was an English Pointer. The Brendon family had also been around for generations. They were known navigators and explorers. Sir Brendon, John's father, had been "recruited" by the Giers to help them with the new trade routes. While he didn't necessarily like the Giers, he liked their money. But John was different; he was simple, easy going, and loved to explore. I needed to see him, because I had a proposition for him. "Will you be wanting dropped off at the main house?" Phil broke the silence. "Better not, I don't want to involve his father." "The cottage it is then" When Phil was younger, he used to take me to visit John as my chaperone. John's family had a small cottage on this pond by a grove of maple trees. Here we would play adventurers, pirates (ironic, I know), and plan secret missions to steal pies from Fitz the cook. On the front porch was a rusted red lantern. I would lig...

It dawned on me that I need to introduce my crew! I think I will start at the beginning... After my Uncle George was taken away to The Isle, I ran from room to room gathering last minute items. When I ran in to the kitchen, Stevie was standing by the dying cook fire chewing on a slice of pumpernickel. And just so you know, I never liked pumpernickel... "Felix!" He shoved the crust in his mouth and ran over, gripping my paw he spoke, "How are you my boy!? I told them to move the ship I did! Its in the new location it is!" Steven Brown was an Australian Blue Heeler. Short red merle fur was slightly sooty from standing near the fire. He was incredibly smart, but always a bit skittish. After all, he had been arrested for stealing cattle. My uncle had seen him on a transportation vessel bound for Australia when he was a navigator for the Royal Navy. Luckily, my uncle pulled some strings and Stevie had become a beloved member of our house, however, he was always run...

Sitting here in the captains quarters, I am reminded of when I became a pirate. It was against my uncle's wishes, actually, it was so far from any idea he ever had... Early December, 2 years after the death of Princess Faenza: Uncle George was sitting calmly in his chair by the fire when the sound of wheels and hooves crunching snow rolled down the drive. Snuffing out his pipe, the embers of the fire glowing in his eyes, "Felix, you have your books?" "Yes. I told Speedy Stevie to take it to the ship, and then he was released of his duties." "Good, good." "Uncle, I... I am going to find her." "Felix, let's not discuss this now. You know to move the ship to another port, keep it safe. It has all of her documents and books." "Yes, I know..." The door burst open, Dom Gier's dogs rushed to surround us. And there he was, fur so perfectly coifed, clothes of velvet. Poodles, so, pompous. "Lord Georg...