Note: Both novels Peter Pan and The Princess bride have anachronisms in them I intend to write the same, please do not tell me if you see an anachronism I'm well aware of it I put it there, it won't be anything to extreme like a car though so you may not notice, so without further ado let's start this tale.
Inigo Montoya sat at the table in the tavern called "The Matador" listening to the once familiar native guitars of his native Spain, the minstrels played a fine tune and the rest of the tavern seemed enthralled by them, but Inigo just stared down his almost full mug of ale. It was good to be back in Spain but memories stirred within him of the six fingered man and what he did to him, and what he took from him.
Since that fateful day Inigo had devoted his life to the sword learning from the greatest masters in the world he had traveled all over Europe and even to the sands of the Arab lands, yes it was good to be back in Spain even if he was just passing through, Inigo sighed he knew his thirst for knowledge was far from satisfied but he would never give up so he swore on the sword of his father Domingo Monoya.
Inigo was already a local hero in this port town he had bested the local champion upon arriving and afterwards he had beaten all the young dons who came to challenge him, it was almost easy for him though sometimes he would hold back a little to make the fight exciting for the crowd that usually gathered to see the spectacle, but if Inigo was in a hurry he would dispatch his opponent quickly enough.
Today had been an uneventful day Inigo had risen early where he went for a long walk till he found somewhere where he could practice his fighting forms, after an hour of practice he squeezed rocks to strengthen his wrists and then had breakfast.
Inigo was thinking again of the fateful day when his thoughts were interrupted by a noise a throat clearing to be precise, Inigo looked up to see a man standing in front of his table, he was clothed in a black doublet, leggings a worn pair of riding boots, and a cavalier hat with a green feather stuck thru it, but most intriguing was the sword the man carried at his side a rapier that looked to be of French make. "Are, ye Inigo Montoya?" The stranger asked Inigo recognized the accent of an Irishman. "Si, my name is Inigo Montoya you're standing in front of my table what do you want?" "Aye, my names Shawn, O'keith, I hear tale you're a fine swordsman so I'm to challenge you and test your skills."
Inigo was curious about this strange swordsman from far away, "Very well, please be so kind as to give me fifteen minutes, I'll meet you by the stables." "I'll give you ten minutes, and not a minute more." The Irishman stalked outside already the tavern was bustling with excitement, some of the bar patrons were already leaving to get a good spot to watch the fight. "Better not disappoint them." Inigo thought as he drew the "six fingered" sword and examined it thoroughly.
Next chapter we will see Inigo fight this mysterious stranger I hope this is a good start I know it's short but next chapter will be longer. Till next time.