Many seas have come and gone in the erosion and time twisted gameplay of the world, yet for many years the legend has been passed down through countless generations of the one man to tame them all. Jolly Roger Johnny they called him, heir to a Duke, he had thrown all away to pursue his one true love, the one he called the Emerald Princess.

Dark raged the waves and higher rose the frenzy of the storm as his trusty ship sallied forth to seek for her. The wind tore at his sails, speeding him on. Standing at the helm with a grin like a devil, he screamed his defiance and drove headlong into the tempest of her realm. Miles rolled as miles do, their monotony broken only by the shrill cries of the gulls overhead, none know what course the man took or how he survived alone for the many years of sailing. Perhaps the Princess encouraged his endeavour, or perhaps he truly was a demon. Aught is known of the man save the following, and even with that which is known, only one thing can be guaranteed. This man truly loved the princess of the seas

Dolphins danced playfully beside his hull as he sank into the lull of the storms aftermath. Releasing a sigh of disappointment that she would not play with him further, he unfurled the sails with skilled hands, standing back momentarily to admire the nonchalant way in which the gentle east breeze tickled the canvas sheets. Onward he cried, onward I fly to where my love doth lie. Nay cold deaths embrace, nor watery grave me take, lest I find my love and conquer that which separates us. The stormy seas respond in kind, the gentle lapping of the waves playing a lullaby to the weary traveller. She calls to him, beckoning this star-crossed voyager to dance the grim fandango with her for but a while.

Sunrise pierces the clouds, bringing an aura of warmth and false security. Oblivious on the silvery deeps rides Jolly Roger Johnny, he lies asleep, smiling in the arms of the lady he loves. Eternity would seem as a day to the timelessness of her crystalline beauty, and thus he sleeps, for days, for months, dreaming of her beauty and cold majesty, knowing that the day shall come when she and he shall be declared inseparable. Closer and closer draws the time wherein they shall meet. Fate draws the blurred masterpiece, causing him to abandon his vessel. Days, weeks, months and years she had been his faithful companion, yet she was not the princess he sought.

With a sultry smile she rises above her domain, silvery hair frolicking in the moonlight. Gently her curves sway a subtle crescendo upon the seas. Calling him forth in dulcetto tones, caressing his ears, soothing his woes, ever on she draws him unto her bosom. Smiling his last mortal smile, he bids a final adieu to the world he once knew, and leaping forth from his craft, enters her tender embrace for eternity.

Many seas have come and gone in the erosion and time twisted gameplay of the world, yet here end the tale of Jolly Roger Johnny and his Emerald Princess. Unto eternity lost in each others arms they lie.

The shores are quiet where once a man launched his boat to seek his love, the villagers gather round on this day; the day of the man they called Johnny. Above the high tide mark it sits, a cairn built from driftwood, and written thereon are these words, " Here lies one whose name is writ in water"

The End