A ship was born in a shipyard with no name. It remembers how the shipyard smells , but not much else.
It was purchased by a fine merchant, an upstanding man who kept its decks well oiled. Life was rather dull for our young ship till the day a ferocious band of Pirates kidnapped it and threw its former master overboard. They sailed the seas, plundering and looting till their hearts were almost content and the ships coffers somewhat full.