My dear, late brother comes to mind first: the great Gerard Ascariot. Though he was once a man with great ingenuity and is in part an establisher of the Centennial Shipping yard—which served as a springboard into my admirable career—he was also a man skewed. Skewed by the dream of immortality many lesser minds find in child rearing. With a mind thus polluted, he abandoned the growing majesty of the company and suggested his deranged son have a larger part in its workings.
At the very least, for his honor I have endeavored to and saved the company—among countless others—from disaster. My determination and sacrifice have always been for the greater good and I believe I have demonstrated that with my life. I know Gerard would be more satisfied with the status of the company now, than even i
