Hi ! This is my first AAR. I know I am not a good writer but hey what the heck, after reading so many AAR I just have to try to write one if not just to please myself. I am playing - VIP 0.4B. Difficulty/A.I aggresiveness normal. (I am not really a good player :rofl: ). There are some fictional events in this AAR which I will explain in greater detail in my next update.
Introduction
Amsterdam, Netherlands- 29th March 1837
My father always reminded me and my younger brother Dennis, each man makes his own luck. Though I am sure my father is not acquainted with Manifesto Destiny but I am pretty sure he meant the same thing.
All his life, he refused to bow down to others thinking and endeavour to educate me and Dennis though we are just a lowly pier worker’s sons. Whilst others’ father drink away all their hard earned wages in the numerous pubs along the main street of Rotterdam, my father would save almost all his wages to buy books for us in the old flee market. He always says, “the boundaries of our knowledge also serve as the border of our ignorance”. I carried his words to my heart as long as I breathe.
Rotterdam in 1817 is a bustling sea-port town. I have the great fortune of following my father to the pier and witness for myself the hustle and bustle of the pier. Cargo ships aplenty carrying spices from Sumatra, silk from China and tobacco from Dutch West Indies docking at the harbour waiting for their respective owners or buyers to pick up the goods. Great fortunes are made right here with various trading houses displaying their company’s flag valiantly but only one caught my eye and in times to come I was to play an important role in this company.
“Fortune favour the brave and the brave favour the sea” he would said as he explained to me how the Spaniard plundered mountain of gold from the Inca, how the Arabian dominated the spice market, how the Portugese make their fortune from places with name likes Goa and Malacca. “These are brave people and their knowledge of the sea have make them rich….rich beyond words.”
My father died an old man in our small house near the pier. Other than me and Dennis, no one mourn his death and no one would miss him.
But papa I miss you………. I choked as I remember his last word.
Extracts from the Journal of Jan-Peter Koorne, Vice Director-General of Amsterdam Kamers, Nieuw Vereenigde Oostindische Compagnies, nVOC.
Introduction
Amsterdam, Netherlands- 29th March 1837
My father always reminded me and my younger brother Dennis, each man makes his own luck. Though I am sure my father is not acquainted with Manifesto Destiny but I am pretty sure he meant the same thing.
All his life, he refused to bow down to others thinking and endeavour to educate me and Dennis though we are just a lowly pier worker’s sons. Whilst others’ father drink away all their hard earned wages in the numerous pubs along the main street of Rotterdam, my father would save almost all his wages to buy books for us in the old flee market. He always says, “the boundaries of our knowledge also serve as the border of our ignorance”. I carried his words to my heart as long as I breathe.
Rotterdam in 1817 is a bustling sea-port town. I have the great fortune of following my father to the pier and witness for myself the hustle and bustle of the pier. Cargo ships aplenty carrying spices from Sumatra, silk from China and tobacco from Dutch West Indies docking at the harbour waiting for their respective owners or buyers to pick up the goods. Great fortunes are made right here with various trading houses displaying their company’s flag valiantly but only one caught my eye and in times to come I was to play an important role in this company.
“Fortune favour the brave and the brave favour the sea” he would said as he explained to me how the Spaniard plundered mountain of gold from the Inca, how the Arabian dominated the spice market, how the Portugese make their fortune from places with name likes Goa and Malacca. “These are brave people and their knowledge of the sea have make them rich….rich beyond words.”
My father died an old man in our small house near the pier. Other than me and Dennis, no one mourn his death and no one would miss him.
But papa I miss you………. I choked as I remember his last word.
Extracts from the Journal of Jan-Peter Koorne, Vice Director-General of Amsterdam Kamers, Nieuw Vereenigde Oostindische Compagnies, nVOC.