Great Wits Jump
The Library of Stories
"Ship astern, aft starboard," a voice echoed from aloft. "Three masts and runnin' full!"
I was born in the year of 1282, in the very early spring, just outside the Sicilian city of Palermo, but had no recollection of it since my father had fled with his small family soon after my birth. Though the province at the time was mainly Sicilian in race and culture, it was then ruled by French monarchs, whose presence often caused an air of resentment amongst those whom they ruled...