I was born and grew up on the little island of Bjorno. I was a poor boy and could only look forward to a fisherman's life. However, I'm a very good small boat sailor. In order to advance myself in the world, I undertook a dangerous voyage, from Bjorno, to a nearby island called the Watchtower, in order to search for valuable Krelzyn artifacts. I found Krelzyn artifacts in the Watchtower and quite a bit more.
As a result of my adventures in the Watchtower and also in a pinnacle rock in the ocean, I now have quite a bit of money and several profitable businesses on Bjorno. I continue to find things that the local landowners or crofters make or grow that I can sell, on the mainland, for a sufficient price that I can offer the crofters more than the mainlanders will pay. My businesses grow and I, and many of the people of Bjorno, prosper a bit.
Also, as a result of my adventures, I have found that I'm a Krelzyn warrior. Because I'm a Krelzyn warrior, I'm a little bit rich due to the loot, that's the right of a Krelzyn warrior. However, along with the loot, I also have the duties of a Krelzyn warrior.
I train, pretty much each night, with my Krelzyn sword and shield. I have always been strong. With the practice, I grow still stronger, at the price of many a sore muscle.
One day, I get a message, via my Krelzyn helmet, that I have work to do for the Krelzyn.
The work is to sail a boat in a very important ocean race. The boat is to be a twenty-one-foot cat rigged racing boat. The boat is to be provided, by the organizers of the race. The boat will be single handed, by the sailor, who is selected by each of the teams in the race.
The Krelzyn will finance the Bjorno racing boat. The Krelzyn want to know if we of Bjorno need help.
I tell the Krelzyn, “For sword fighting or raiding, we of Bjorno might need a bit of help. To prepare and sail a racing boat, the only help that we of Bjorno need is pay for the Bjorno artisans who will prepare and sail the racing boat, that and leave us alone.”
We, of Bjorno, send a team to meet with the organizers of the ocean race. The Bjorno team consists of a Bjorno born naval architect, from the mainland, a couple of Bjorno shipwrights, Deanna and me, Joryn Zorecht.
We listen to the rules. The hull of the racing boat must not be modified. Well, yes, organizer supplied cleats may be positioned wherever the shipwrights desire. Yes, the rake of the mast may be adjusted to the desire of the sailor and the shipwrights. Yes, the sails may be provided by the racing team. There are a few other technical details.
As we sail back home, to Bjorno, the naval architect, the shipwrights and Deanna huddle. The shipwrights know what rake of mast that Joryn needs, for a twenty-one-foot cat rigged racing boat. If I am to sail a garbage scow, anyone can sew my sails. If I sail Flying Fish or a racing boat, Deanna, and only Deanna, sews my sails.
I lecture the Bjorno team members, “The rest of the world thinks to sail in a race. The rest of the world will sail into an ambush.”
