Prolouge...

1 April 1590

I am Capitain Cordon Bleu. I was born in Bearn, a city in the Gasconny Region of France. I was born to my father, who was a commander of a compaignie of musketeers for the King of France and to my mother, whom was contstantly on guard to my actions, which to this day are legendary in Bearn.

At the age of sixteen years I was sent to Paris,at my mothers request (I swear I saw that woman doing cartwheels as I was leaving) , to enter my fathers compaignie in the hopes it would temper me into a gentleman. While in Paris and in my fathers compaignie (I never saw a Man turn so grey so fast), I gained a reputation as a soldier and a duelist. At the age of twenty one years, I earned my commission as a leftentant after saving the King's life in a battle against the hugonauts. I swept him into behind me on my horse when I noticed that his musketeers were busy keeping a horde away form his Majasty, and took him to safety.

I was commissioned to the rank of Capitain and given command of my fathers compaignie after he decided to retire, something about having saw to much action from a relative nearly giving him a coronary infarction. The compaignie has fared well under my command and earned many citations for duty above and beyond the call of duty. My father returned to Bearn releived to live out his retirement with mother.

In the spring of 1587, my path came across a so called English merchant calling himself Captain Jack Morgan, who stepped on and scuffed my new boot. "Captain" Morgan insisted that it was an accident (which I didn't believe as I am an honorable man), I insisted it was the fact that he was a dirty contemptuous English swine bent upon causing disorder in the french sector of Calaises. Of course my insistence was followed with a smack of my leather gauntlet upon his face and a challenge to a duel. We met with our Seconds in a secluded spot South and East of Calaise. As he was in a rush, we decided that the duel would be with pistols. We took to the field and commenced with the duel, We both took aim at each other, and fired. Both of our Seconds fell to the ground dead from gunshot wounds. as he had to leave that very minute he offered to make amends, to which I refused.

I haven't seen Captain Morgan until the middle of 1589, we resumed our Hostilities toward each other. The second duel we had was wrestling, as we were wrestling our seconds began to wrestle each other, somehow they both died. Our third duel was a drinking contest in the midst of our duel our seconds raised thier tankards in toast with us and drank to our deaths when they tipped back thier cups and fell back into thier chairs to the ground dead.

Our last duel was an artillery duel, as we had no luck finding seconds, everyone we asked refused to be our seconds. we set our Cannons upon hill tops with a small village in the middle. we loaded our respective field pieces, I was particulary proud of the loading of my cannon. I aimed carefully at the spot he and his cannon were at on his hill. I primed my cannon. I yelled at Captain Morgans hill, " Prepare to die you English Fop!" He responded, "Eat shyke, ya' rat arsed bastard Frog (What is shyke and what does it have to do with bastard rats and frogs?). We touched flame to the primes of our cannons, let the shots fly. His cannon ball screamed into the village and hit the bell steeple and rang the bell of the church, as my cannon ball flew right into a powder magazine of the village and and exploded into a huge fireball that could be felt for miles. My ears are still ringing from that blast. He returned to his ship and I was summoned by the King of France...