The Seven Teas and the Kraken

All was ship shape and lines were taut with the morning winds and the Seven Teas was a dot on the horizon to the port where the captain made his purchases that morning. Charting courses was second nature to the captain but this was not the usual day, quick sales got the captain dreaming of himself as a finer figure of fortune so decided to plot a course to where he just heard tell of towns of such snobbery that a single piece of porcelain is worth a thousand times more than a human life. But morning chill turned to storms and steering so close to the wind there was no quick way back for the captain so being the only man before the mast he roared out his most encouraging shanties and it was full canvas -To riches or ruin! But in the events that unfolded, nobody really knew what happened on that fateful day that left a shipless captain who never tells his tale and his notes never made it fully in his bottle and were almost destroyed save a piece of parchment that reads -The Kraken