There once was a pirate… we’ll call this pirate Backflip. Now pirate backflip was a late bloomer. This old salty dog didn’t get his sea legs until he was 30 years old… pretty old for a pirate. But once he got the taste of the sea, there was no stopping him. He had spent two years preparing for his most formidable journey yet. Much repairs were needed on his vessel and the finest crew was assembled.
The townspeople in the tiny port town got to know him well and held him in high reguard. Many a night was spent at the local tavern listening to Backflips adventures, as well as his grandiose plans for the journey ahead. The sea was all Backflip ever thought about. his blood was made of sea water. His dreams were full of liasons with mermaids and battles with giant squids.
He had finished repairs on his mighty ship and had gathered quite a crew when the mayor of the town approached him. “Backflip, I would like you to stay on as Sherrif of town, and if you stay, I’ll reward you handsomely with a fine emolument and a new, shiny yaghtschip for which you can take out on weekend trips. Will you stay on?”
Backflip nearly choked to death on his ale. Once he regained his composure, he regretfully declined the offer. He set sail that very night on his two year adventure. It was his destiny.