Giving my basically failing story last time, i decided to start my autobiography like so many people have done. So here we go again, please give me truthful comments.
Prolouge
Richard Cromwell had a royal family. It consitsed of a Governor of Port Royal, a Lady of the Carribbean, and a slightly wild brother. When he went to a meeting with his brother Henry, it turned out it was a trap. The skeletons had captured him and turned his poor brother into a skeleton. Richard ended up running, then swimming, until he came upon an island that had a swampy jungle, then steepled into snowy mountains. It was novel, yet strangely familiar. Then he recognized it. It was the place sailors called Cuba, which was filled with voodoo and mystics. He managed to find a bridge that seemed to lead into the heart of the jungle. He swam toward it, then realized his energy was gone, he passed out.
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Comments? Anyone want to be in it? some rum would be nice too...
sorry its kind of short more to come