storms brew better stories than calm seas ever could; Mother always said it meant old ghosts were waking up.

The wind howled like a drunk banshee and I could feel it in my hair. The sky was still cloudy and the ocean waves seemed a little rougher than before. The clouds in the sky were predicting heavy rain. As a vice captain of a pirate and the son of a ship’s captain, I know all too well the dangers of the ocean especially since the king had put bounty on my head, but the longer I spend here, the more I’ve grown fascinated by this vibrant ocean. My mother gave birth to me and raised me on this ship and now being a pirate is a part of my soul. The fog was slowly covering the ship. Even though we were moving at full speed ahead, we could still run into a storm. I touch the old silver locket my mother gave me with my callused fingers. For a moment, I feel truly homesick.

I’d been staring out at the ocean, the spray catching in my tangled dark hair, watching the waves as we headed for an island to shelter from the raine until it stops. Besides the crew must be tired after fighting another crew of pirates and they need to rest. I felt a little pain in my arm muscles, but it was still more bearable than the injuries the crew had sustained

The voice brought me out of my thoughts. I turned my head toward the voice and found myself facing my step-brother, Guest. Actually He was a bastard and never knew who his real blood father was. His mother was a slave and he lost her as a teenager. Though he’d always blamed my father for his mother’s death. Because of all the hardships his mother had to endure...