In the dying hours of the night a young James Blackmore sits awake in his bed, staring at the map of the world on his wall, just the fluorescent stars his parents stuck to his roof providing light. He had always wanted to be an explorer, like Columbus or Cook and sail around the world in a tall ship like the Endeavour. His friend Max would be the navigator, he always had a good sense of direction, Andrew his first mate because he was James's best friend and James makes himself the captain, it seemed like the natural thing to do, it was his idea after all. He thinks that after he gets those two the rest will all be rushing to join his crew. Together they would sail the seas discovering all the islands long forgotten or never found and be forever remembered in the history books as the men who found Blackmore Island. Sometimes he worried that there weren't any more places to discover and even if there were by the time he was old enough to own a ship it might already be too late. Five hundred and ten million square kilometres of land and not a single one unvisited, the sheer magnitude of the number itself astounded him. The hours trickle by as he lies in bed contemplating all the things he could do with his life. At ten years old the possibilities are endless but now he's twenty and already feels like he's burnt out.