Chapter 3

I never in my wildest dreams thought I could go onto chapter three, but here goes!

Changing the subject matter completely I am going to regress slightly.
I intend to go back in the history of Bermuda

The island was spawned from a volcanic eruption probably sometime during the last ice age, however it was not officially discovered until 1509 when a Spanish chappie called Juan de Bermudez parked his galleon on a beach, but decided against the Island, however it still bears his name. It was not until almost 100 years later that during a vicious storm that Admiral George Somers got blown onto the rocks on the Eastern end of the island, he struggled ashore with his merry band, some of them decided to stay a spell and they built the town as their first capital, now aptly named St. Georges.

I like to reckon it to Shakespeare's The Tempest, although I'm probably way off the mark, there again how did old Bill get there before the Admiral, unless he was a very old man.
The average age for male longevity back then was around 42 years and a woman 45years, this will explain why he was outlived by his wife Mrs Shakespeare.

It is situated 600 miles from Cape Hatteras in North America and 1000 miles north of the Bahamas right bang smack in the middle of the Sargasso Sea, thus making it one of the most isolated places on the planet. If one travelled in a northerly direction there is nothing to stop you until you hit the North Pole, maybe the occasional iceberg or two.


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