Call me Ishmael. WHENEVER I FIND MYSELF GROWING GRIM ABOUT THE MOUTH... It is not down on any map; true places never are. TRUE PLACES NEVER ARE DOWN ON ANY MAP
The Black Captain's vessel lies anchored, awaiting the one truth that charts a course through the darkest seas: a fierce, loyal companion. The Captain will not set sail again until a lady of formidable spirit joins him at the helm.
There is a wisdom that is woe; but there is a woe that is madness. A WISDOM THAT IS WOE; A WOE THAT IS MADNESS I know not all that may be coming, but be it what it will, I'll go to it laughing. TO THE LAST I GRAPPLE WITH THEE!
Gentleman of Fortune Seeks Companion
Capable yet impoverished gentleman with a ship and mostly wearing a black gentleman's attitude searching for a settled yet <25 years old daughter of a proper POSH heritage, i.e. no poor bootlickers. Wor