(a work in progress…which will be added to as the quill calls)
There was no denying the town was bawdy and rough ~ filled with sea dogs who cursed Poseidon one minute and toasted him with ale the next. Mighty ancient cliffs stand as centennials against the roaring epic waves. Sheered and scarred, they mark the landscape as a foreboding fortress. Secrets lie beyond their towers. Secrets ~ secrets of old ancient times ~ when sacrificial blood stained the emerald green. Secrets ~ when overlords ran rampant across her glens. Secrets ~ when centurions plundered and left gaping wounds within her heart. There are so many secrets that my quill cannot regale them all. No matter, for they have been told for generations, both in song and word. Yet of all the hidden tales, there is but one left untold ~ until now.