Captain Crowe had his heart set of the capture of the ship named the Falcon Flyer. Many times he tried but didn't reach his dream, In his last battle with the navy, his own ship had been sank, All the crew, and Captain Crowe, perished. The Captain's soul could not rest, because he hadn't claimed the Falcon Flyer. His chained soul roamed the world bellowing, and rattling his chains. Each place he visited the citizens couldn't sleep for the noise. He was moved on, to cause trouble in another town. One stormy day he finally found his prize.

I'm have worked hard and struggled most of my life. I write short stories, novels, poetry and dabble in scripts. They are all grown with families of their own. With the passing of my mother a couple of years ago I'm concentrating on my writing, blogging. Writing is the thing, which kept me sane through all the hassles. Plus the company of the many "Ghosts" who have taken up residence with me. Sometime they want me to write when I want to sleep. Writing also helps keep my mind off of all the pain in my muscles, and joints. When each story ends, I fell as though another child has left home.