Ahoy, puzzlers, I am Cpt. Wesley Wordsquare.
I'm about to set sail for the mainland to see a show at my brother Winslow’s Wordsquare Theatre, however I can't seem to decipher this old map to shore.
It's spread into 4 quadrants, and is comprised of wordsquares.
In form of stars, give praise or blame;
A surface that was once aflame.
Hath used archaic form of you;
A window to the soul, or two.
The night before the birth of the Son;
The drink of grapes that have been done.
A palindromic female name;
Seven come through pirate fame.
Out, up or into, which ever you need;
All paths towards this centre lead.
I've got a bad feeling coming on;
Perhaps explain where you had gone.
A term for light or with a breeze;
A bulb comes on for one of these.
An ugly head or all behinds;
A toy for one with all nine lives.
Note: These are 4 unrelated wordsquares, each 4x4.