Part I-1 - "I'm known the Captain Verne"

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Let's begin the story with Captain Verne, introducing himself...


I am known the great Nicator,
History writes me as the Conqueror;
The divine God shows me the way,
For the long story I want to say.

The shrine of those days now glitter,
As the Sun gives warmth in cold bitter;
We, the Spanish, behold the power,
Over the world, see how we master.

Hola, I'm Captain Verne of Madrid,
The Royal Sailor, before the Court I lead;
Been for long journeys to the New World,
And discovered the new lands of gold.

Sailing the vast seas is in my blood,
None can stop me, neither droughts nor flood;
Sky cheers up with my soar,
Even the Pirates fear from my folklore.

Adventures bring glory, repute and fame,
That is how the Imperial Nicator I became;
My honour flowed over the generations,
My family shone courteous, before the thousand suns.

My grandfather is my greatest inspiration,
He's called Señor Nicolás, a respected Navarran;
Like the brook which bends to steers up and flow,
He was the one, lived to revolt and glow.

The day I inherited the mighty Rigil Kent,
Felt his powers as he sailed sent;
His true treasure, concealed in the deck,
Like his own voice speaking me to take.

I found pages of his accounts,
Of all his journeys to the New World,
This story is worth to be told,
Of great adventures in seas growled.

Inscribed his life-story in those pages,That remained untouched for many ages;Memories of the past, written in the fold,Of sailors, slaves, slaughter and gold

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Inscribed his life-story in those pages,
That remained untouched for many ages;
Memories of the past, written in the fold,
Of sailors, slaves, slaughter and gold.

Inscribed his life-story in those pages,That remained untouched for many ages;Memories of the past, written in the fold,Of sailors, slaves, slaughter and gold

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Long ago he lived in Coulverloue,
And earned much from their farm,
They worked hard, and sowed corn,
To sell them in Pampeluna, and get some earn.

Days and nights, year after year,
The toughness and patience they bear;
They gloom pearls out of the barren land,
Honest and humble they remain stand.

Days of sunshine and of togetherness,
A family lived in flowing stillness;
A life leading with pleasant surcharge,
He hoped of dreams even large.

A happy life, a happy world,
In peace and dignity, they lived;
But, circumstances lethally change,
That pose life a big challenge.

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Footnotes:

Nicator: (greek) A Conquerer, historically often used for Spanish sailors

Hola: (Spanish) Hello

Senor: (Spanish title) Master

Navarran: A trader / businessman class society in medieval Spain

Coulverloue: An fictional town in countryside Spain, nearby to Leon, in Navarra region

Pampeluna: now Pamplona, capital of Navarra region

Upcoming: So, Captain Verne found accounts of his grandfather, as he inherited the Rigil Kent...the mighty ship... He's eager to know his past, his beginnings....the story of his bloodline... But what was the lethal challenge faced by Captain Nicolas? How it would change his life completely?

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