Born in Düsseldorf to a poverty stricken family. The eldest of four children, so the burden of raising my 3 brothers was mine when my parents was killed during an unfortunate accident when I was only very young, an incident that shaped my life and made me the person I have become.

As soon as my siblings become mid teens I left the household, if I could cope at that age then so could they was my general feeling, surprisingly to myself I felt no guilt about this. Nine years passed by with only fleeting thoughts of them back home as I planed a voyage to the Americas to seek my fortune, knowing I would most likely never return to them or my home land, almost zero chance and it was something that I had not even 1% regret about.

Now a man in my own rights I saved for an additional three years and purchased passage on a galleon whose cargo was, let say of ill repute. I thought my life had begun when I was born, how wrong was I, my life was only just beginning now!

9 weeks passed by, I grew concerned that we had not arrived at our supposed destination, so I raised the issue with Captain Briggs, who seemed transparent to the issue in hand, even though 3 of his men had already been lost to the sea. Moving six days on, the morning of, I had a new worry to contest, the ship had hit ground, well I say ground, large rocks, jiggered edges just touching the surface of the sea, perhaps the result of an undersea eruption, I do not know.

They tore a man-sized hole in the bow of the ship, water gushed in. We had no back up, all five landing boats was sacrificed to increase the possible levels of the captains valued cargo, which I now discovered was pistols and ammunition, not very useful in the situation we was in I thought. All I can remember was clambering around trying to bind at least 6 sections of timber together with twine as a makeshift raft, then the next moment I awoke, on a beech, on an island, here. I gazed out to the ocean at my feet, in the distance I swore that I could see the galleon that I was on, I could make out 4 figures on board, standing aboard, seemingly oblivious to anything around them, like statues they was. I blinked and they was gone, but I still was here, alone.

After a few weeks I found some old ruins I eventually, reluctantly, would call home, well a home from home. A base I could use to explore the island from and exploring is what I did and am still doing to this day. To say this island has some sights is an understatement.