67 years and I still hadn’t found it. The answer to the great question my father asked me when I was 3 years old. The reason behind all this.

My name is Orme. I used to be a great ship captain. Now? I’m on a mission. 

I left my crew and my ships behind a few years ago, when my daughter wrote to me that her mother was dying. I spent the last couple of years of her life by her side, then went on my way. I was never good at staying put. Always had to move around.

Along the way I met friends and foes. Some stuck by for a while, but most of them are gone now. It’s just little old me, my kid, a single friend, and this stupid question.

What started the War?