“The journey has not begun, till I’m on this ship!” Yelled captain Doherty. He’d been craving this adventure ever since he was a ye boy. His father sat him down, patted him on the head and say “boy, you are a traveler and you are meant for the big quest.” “What’s the big quest?” Doherty said to his father in curiosity. “The big quest!” His father yelled, “why the big quest is your destiny my son. That is a quest I cannot tell you, it is one that you find within yourself.” 30 years have past and Doherty grew with the the changes of the seasons. His father grew too and grew grey until he turned to the ashes in the wind. Doherty loved his father and losing him was the only ruffle that ever faded his sharp chin and hefty beard from causing the flowers to wilt at his sight.

The day of his passing was a Thursday’s and the sun shone at half mass. Doherty stood with his chest out against the wind of blarney. A man approached him after his funeral with a small silver box in his hand, nodded and went on his way, leaving the mysterious box in Doherty’s hands. Doherty looked down in agony of the box, as if it contained a pain he did not want to unleash. He held it underneath his coat and waited until he was back in his cottage under the light to his candle to see what it contained. Doherty sat at his desk, his reflection adding another glance at the mysterious object.

He placed his hands on either side of the box and peered inside. Inside the box left a single key and a note from his father. The note read “on the beaches of black sand lie the a secret command, for the days of 4 seas be left north of the western side”

Doherty looked out at the sea on his ship remembering this moment, key in hand. “I know my quest now father”