This is a story I am writing about organized crime that centers around Ireland and the Boston area. I didn't want to do just another mafia story that would be vastly overshadowed by The Godfather (which I recommend as a book and movie). Anyway this is about five families in Ireland that run the largest potato cultivating land in the world. Many years ago these families united themselves under one leader and became business partners in everyway. Every generation has a new leader that is given a special power over the family business. In order to keep peace within the family system, the leader switches off from family to family. In other words a baby is chosen to be the next leader and every generation pass, the baby to be the leader is born within a different of the families. Hope you like the synopsis I will write all the other info later so on with the story.
The Celtic
Galway, Ireland in the early days of the Catholic Church was chaotic. The soldiers of the lands were in constant war over various arguments ranging in size from who was the better fighter to what the Pope meant in telling them to give money for an indulgence. Indeed those days were some of the darkest. It seemed that every argument amplified the next and that eventually the entire country would tare itself apart.
It was just another one of those days when he came in. He was a tall man who carried a large sword at his side. He had been Ireland's finest knight and that made him a legend. When he came in to the small pub it seemed that the room went silent. There had been wonderful stories of how he killed the invading Norman soldiers. His name was Hugh. His hair was brown and his eyes were keen with suspicion. He had a scar on his left cheek that he received from his brother when they were children. They had been throwing knives together. One of the knives had been poorly thrown from his brother and cut his face. The scar now just showed toughness within him and reminded him of the pain his mother brought upon him when she found out. Hugh was indeed a great person to tell stories about.
After the silence broke with Hugh sitting down, the excitement in the bar became much more intense. After Hugh had a drink he started to get up to leave. But one man that Hugh had kept his eye on the whole time for constant staring was a little too drunk for his own good. He approached the feared man and gave him a mocking gesture. He wobbled around the room pretending to be a soldier.
"What are you leaving for, don't tell me that you can't take a little drink." laughed the man. No one but his equally drunk friends laughed with him in fear of the giant man.
"Get out of my way," responded Hugh with a tone of disinterest. The boozer made a terrible mistake at that point by taking out a knife threatening Hugh.
"Don't you ever tell me what to do!" spat out the man. Hugh stayed impassive and started to walk around the man. The fool lunged at him with his knife. Hugh grabbed his wrist to disarm him successfully and then punched him in the nose. He picked up the knife the man had dropped and stabbed the friend of the drunk in the leg so that he would not be killed. The next man of the group came at him with a club. Hugh grabbed the club as it came to swing at him and slammed the man's head off of a table. Hugh had just knocked the three out with ease. After seeing this, all the people in the bar stared at him, they were mesmerized, he didn't just live up to the stories; he surpassed them. Hugh tipped his hat to them and left the pub. He then headed home to his house. That house would one day become the overseeing building to one of the most profitable farms in the world, but at the time Hugh just thought of it as a place to think and relax.