I always tried to play the game in a fairly noble manner, sparing my defeated foes and rescuing peasants. I was thus somewhat surprised to find myself sacking Douwesen for the third time. At this point in finally struck me. I was, in fact, a pirate. How had I fallen so far into `high-seas` `riff-raffery`? What had driven me to become a Reaper of the Dutch?
It was not a lust for riches or power which had led me there, annihilating Warships like Grendel among sleeping Danes. It was, surprisingly enough, love (or marraige, at least). Lust for riches and power had previously led me to the maintenance of large tracts of European land, in Spain and later France. It had also introduced me to a bevy of foreign women (some eight or nine, counting Governer Silehard's daughter quite by accident), all of whom I unfortunately seduced. This left me with quite a harem, but no remaining matrimonial prospects. As Danielle's stony silence mocked me(...? ...!), I set off to woo the new English Governer's potentially lovely daughters.
Making peace with the British by peacefully blowing their fort up and then peacefully coming back later, I set about ingratiating myself to the governor. This proved harder than I had expected. The problem was that I had grown attached to the large income arriving daily from the Continent, and I was loath to sever my ties with Spain and France. I could of course content myself with slaughtering pirates, but I soon grew impatient with sinking their little ships. I remembered my glory days of hunting British War Fleets, their giant Ships of the Line falling in droves and in order.
During a routine sweep of the Archipelago's many harbor's, I found myself in Douwesen. A quick check of my International Affairs err... paper, and I noticed something odd... It turned out NOBODY liked the Dutch (except Portugal, for some reason). This was my chance! I would win the heart (and hand) of any English lady simply by ridding the seas of the treacherous Hollanders and their gigantic, `treasure-laden` armada!
And so there I found myself, declaring naval war on an entire nation in order to find myself a wife among the only Governer's household whose entire elligible female populace I had not yet taken as mistresses. I was, and still am, a Pirate, and there is just no cure for that.
(I am also still quite unmarried, as the new Governer of Redmund only had one ugly daughter for some reason.)
The moral of all this? For heaven's sake give Danielle some dialogue after the end! <img src="http://www.piratesahoy.com/forum/style_emoticons/<#EMO_DIR#>/wink.gif" style="vertical-align:middle" emoid="
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It was not a lust for riches or power which had led me there, annihilating Warships like Grendel among sleeping Danes. It was, surprisingly enough, love (or marraige, at least). Lust for riches and power had previously led me to the maintenance of large tracts of European land, in Spain and later France. It had also introduced me to a bevy of foreign women (some eight or nine, counting Governer Silehard's daughter quite by accident), all of whom I unfortunately seduced. This left me with quite a harem, but no remaining matrimonial prospects. As Danielle's stony silence mocked me(...? ...!), I set off to woo the new English Governer's potentially lovely daughters.
Making peace with the British by peacefully blowing their fort up and then peacefully coming back later, I set about ingratiating myself to the governor. This proved harder than I had expected. The problem was that I had grown attached to the large income arriving daily from the Continent, and I was loath to sever my ties with Spain and France. I could of course content myself with slaughtering pirates, but I soon grew impatient with sinking their little ships. I remembered my glory days of hunting British War Fleets, their giant Ships of the Line falling in droves and in order.
During a routine sweep of the Archipelago's many harbor's, I found myself in Douwesen. A quick check of my International Affairs err... paper, and I noticed something odd... It turned out NOBODY liked the Dutch (except Portugal, for some reason). This was my chance! I would win the heart (and hand) of any English lady simply by ridding the seas of the treacherous Hollanders and their gigantic, `treasure-laden` armada!
And so there I found myself, declaring naval war on an entire nation in order to find myself a wife among the only Governer's household whose entire elligible female populace I had not yet taken as mistresses. I was, and still am, a Pirate, and there is just no cure for that.
(I am also still quite unmarried, as the new Governer of Redmund only had one ugly daughter for some reason.)
The moral of all this? For heaven's sake give Danielle some dialogue after the end! <img src="http://www.piratesahoy.com/forum/style_emoticons/<#EMO_DIR#>/wink.gif" style="vertical-align:middle" emoid="
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