The Death of Albert Spark - Story

Author's Note
I did not really wnat to write this at first. I felt like it was not a good idea. But then I realized it might bring me closure in a way I don't think anyone will ever understand but just will. Call me psychotic and weird, but it's true. Though I already am those things.

Prolouge
El Chapitel they called it. Smugglers just loved using it back when Raven's Cove was nothing but it's original colonization. Few know where it is now. It was re-discovered on one of Spark's Expeditions going West of Raven's Cove to find more land in the Caribbean, out of curiosity that is.

"The Spire" translated from Spanish. It was nothing but a rock spire in the middle of choppy ocean. And if one were to find him anywhere, it was here. The affairs of the European Powers were focused up north where the English Colonies were fighting for Independence in this year of 1777, and it is the perfect place for him to hide from all of what he went through in Europe, unbothered, untouchable by those who may beg for his return once more. Those he served with, influenced him, know fathers and mothers of, is related to, married and divorced... to hide from the world and it's cruelties, living out his days.

Part I - The Psychotic Barriers
To be continued