Ok, I'm going to clear this up for all of you once and for all.

Yes, you know how it starts . . .

Our tale begins in Italy, in the late 1400s. The Renaissance was in full bloom and adventure was in the air. This was the age of the great Explorers: Magellan, Columbus, de Gama. But, as is expected, there were many lesser known explorers who were overshadowed by the great accomplishments of their contemporaries. One of these unfortunate also-saileds was a young Italian named Marcus Victorio Blancoli. His travels in a dilapitated ship took him to south-western Africa. No, he wasn't able to make it all the way around like the others, but he have an important fjord named after him, sort of.

Many years later this area was turned into a large livestock range. Cows would wander along the coast peering out to the distant horizon while nonchalantly chewing their cud. It was a very calm place, perhaps too calm. For, in the 1700s, during the height of the Transatlantic slave trade, this range became the site of a bloody massacre. Slave-laden ships would frequently pass by on their trips and vehement abolishionists found the spot to be perfect for wreaking havok on the slave ships. One noted event happened on the morning of June 3, 1732. The crew, as it has been told, was out on the deck of the ship surveying the waters when a small band of anti-slavery zealots opened fire on the crew. All seven crew members died and the gunmen disappeared into history. Slave traders did all they could to keep the story secret, because it would surely thwart their booming trade, but assuredly, toward the back of newspapers around the world, headlines read: "Men Fired at From Point Blank Range."

And now you know . . . the rest of the story.