Hello reader, my name is Victor Risk, and I live in a small town in Great Britain named Lorient.

I have become a cabin boy on a ship heading to the new world, because life at home is just so boring, and I’ve heard rumors that there’s a tornado of opportunities in the new world.

Even though the rumors did start with Christopher Columbus and he’s a butthole and a half, I’m still gonna give the new world a chance.

So I have become a junior explorer.

“Victor, where are you?” yells my Aunt across the shack that we call our home.

“I’m over here in my bedroom” I say back.

“You are still dreaming about getting another start in life in the new world.”

“It’s not gonna be a dream for long, soon and I mean soon it’s going to be a reality.”

Okay so maybe I haven’t officially become a junior explorer, but don’t fret I will be… eventually.

“Well, make sure you finish your chores before you leave for the day, Captain” she remarks.

“Hey don’t joke about it, the time will come, and I might become famous too,”

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“How so?”

“You might see my face on one of those wanted posters, because I was thinking after I explore for a bit, I will become a pirate!” I say as I run out the door -hearing her yell in exclamation- to the stables.

After I finish tending to the animals of our farmhouse ( more like a shed) I see a boat leaving the dock.

‘Now’s my chance!’ I thought to myself as I began to run hoping not to be caught.

Then out of nowhere I hear my Aunt shout, “Victor, get back here this instance!”

I try to explain furthermore why I should go, “But Aunt, I need to go, I have no life here, I want to see the world, find gold, meet new people!”

“Okay, I’ll let you go,” “

And I want to- … wait what, you said I could go! Oh thanks so much Aunt!”

“But before you go take this,”

Aunt hands me a basket of fruit.

“It’s for the trip,” she adds.

Before she can change her mind I give her a hug, say goodbye and run onto the ship thankfully not being seen.

I have just left port from Great Britain to find historical facts that the early civilizations of the new world have left behind. On the Wind Rider I met some pretty cool people, but also some not so cool people.

Like you know those people that just give you the creeps, yeah those kinds of people.

A few hours at sea, I was caught by one of the crewmates.

“What do you think you're here, you little runt!” he says as he grabs me by the collar of my old shirt.

I squench together my face preparing for a mighty blow, then I hear a voice behind me say,

“It’s okay Boulevard, he’s with me” he puts me down onto the somewhat molded floorboards as I look behind me  and see a boy about the same age as me.