Ruby slippers.

I am Captain Brody Blackadder and when you read this, my life will be at an end. I have lived too many years for my body to cope with anymore, and i have seen too many things for my mind to want much else.
I will not recall my early years, for no one wants to spend precious time reading about the boring in's and out's of how i went to school and what i had for dinner.

I have sailed many oceans, docked at many ports, had many bar fights over little and everything (whatever i deemed fit.) I have had my fair share of men, and more rum than was probably necessary. I have sworn consistantly through my life and is the language i use more than any other. I have shouted, cried, laughed till i was sick and stood my ground with the best of them.

I have been called whore by those who did know me and made their lives feel complete by judging. I have been called innocent by those that do not know me. I have killed and broken hearts. I have used people, cared for my few friends who wished to die in my company. I have been tattooed and robbed in the night while stumbling back in a stupor and i have stolen from those more fortunate than me. I have punched those that dare insult my intelligence and i have been outwitted by those more educated than me.

I have been in love once. He was my friend and lover and i adored him more than anything in the world. Only two years older than me we were never married but when i looked in his eyes i knew i was enough. He was and still is the only one for me. But as i found out it was not reciprocated. When i was 20 years old he ran off with a port girl who i deemed less worthy than me. She was simple and understated. A proper girl who did as she was expected by family and society. She was accepted by everyone to be a lady and i would never be that. I on the other hand am chaos. I have never had an easy life and would not want it any other way. This is me and the people involved have either ridden the waves or been tossed aside in the swell.

I am no longer the same person physically and before i was feared and admired for my outward ways. My later years have seen me stranded in paradise writing and pondering, occasionally dodging the odd missionary who wishes to hear my sins and thinks that they can forgive me before God's eyes. I say its too late for that. I also have to contend with the odd navel men who wish to find out my real identity but never will.

I have sailed to the ends of the earth with nothing but guesswork and an unsavory crew. We wore the black flag high and proud in the winds and found treasure on islands. X i found really does mark the spot.