'I, Jeronimus, am a man of phials, a measurer of powders on bronze scales, a potion brewer, an opium and arsenic merchant. The primped and perfumed Amsterdam burgers came to me in droves requiring cures for fevers, love balms, the miscarriage of a bastard child and, of course, poisons. Ah, poisons ...' Long before the British started to send convicts into exile in Australia strange and terrible things were going on in Terra Australis, the …showed first 75 words of 2343 total…

…showed last 75 words of 2343 total…lot of charm but instead of using his leadership skills to help the survivors of the shipwreck reach safety he turned into a murdering megalomaniac, like some of the world's many other deadly tyrants. We will never know whether he was a product of his dysfunctional childhood, an ordinary man sucked in by greed and the madness of events, or just an unhinged psychopath who took the opportunity to indulge in the limits of wickedness.