Spicia is a port city: the first city facing the sea to protect vodacce’s islands, in a land where the islands are the home to the princes. ‘Nuff said.
The city belongs to prince Gaspare Bernulli, rich, oh-so-rich trader with the Crescent lands, to which him alone holds the right to pass, and is ruled by the vassal family of the Falcovia. The city’s a little of Genova, a little of Naples, one of the most unsavoury ports of Vodacce, and one of those with the best scoundrels.
Not for anything Gord is the ruler of this town, and rightfully proud of it.
Where the hell are we?
We’re at the start: we’re a step away from adventure.
We’re where we should be, in the best, most important place of this webcomic. A moment full of wait and expectation, shivers and wanting to start.
Wednesday, and every wednesday from now on, you’ll have your first drawing.
There will be a nice cover earlier, and you’ll be welcomed by a young future captain, maybe sixteen in his nice house in Spicia, Vodacce (equivalent to italy) and a poem called “invictus” by William Ernest Henley, so akin to the stormy disposition of the young man, and his tragic loss which has changed forever his young lad’s life, giving him the chance to be what he always wanted to.
Freedom.
And piracy, of course.
It matters not how strait the gate,
How charged with punishments the scroll,
I am the master of my fate:
I am the captain of my soul.