My grandfather was the sailor before me. Titled, you understand, but we weren't particularly wealthy, and being the third son I suppose it was inevitable I'd follow in his footsteps. And he wanted it very badly. He was always telling me stories of his adventures. Some of them might have been true, but of course to a young boy with romantic notions, it all sounded very exciting. To set it further in stone, my parents named me for him. It was all going to happen whether I wanted it to or not.

[He doesn't sound bitter or regretful.]