He crossed the ocean, filling the water with blood and the hold with gold. Ever onwards to a new horizon, ending fortunes and lives just as easily. Never satisfied and never slowing.
“What is he searching for?” the crew would whisper in the dark below deck.
He would find her.
Ruaridh Buchanan is making his first forays into writing down the thoughts and stories that whirl through his head when he should really be concentrating on something more important like earning a living. Doubtless this will result in bankruptcy or at the very least a blog at some stage in the near future.