There is not much to tell. I was born on the sea, on a ship called the QueenDark. My father, Quixler Fireblade, was the captain. I actually never saw land until I was three seasons old. I remember thinking how queer land felt instead of the rocking boat beneath my footpaws. It was all very fascinating to me. When I got back on the ship and we had been sailing for another half a season, the supplies began running low. Three of our woodland slaves that were rowing died. I heard my father talking to the first mate, i forget what his name was, but he was saying something about leaving the useless sailors behind. That night, we docked in some strange harbor, and my father sent me and about ten other crewbeasts out to forage for food. I was able to shoot about eight woodpigeons, and some of my companions caught many fish and set them out to dry. Everything was going fine until the Adders struck. I was the only one who escaped. I ran back to where I knew the ship had been anchored, but it was gone! Only a speck on the horizon, and me alone on a tiny island filled with adders. I knew I didn't stand a chance. How could my father leave without me? I mean, I knew he didn't care about me. That was when I vowed to get off this island, and do something to my father. I would get revenge!