Captain Remus of the Wolfstar Ship, was an arguably fair captain. He never kept prisoners unless absolutely necessary and made sure to treat them well if they ever were taken aboard.

Sure Remus didn't have the specific 'pirate' look, save for lots of scars to show his past and an eyepatch over his left eye. Some of his crew had peg legs, arms, or other accessories that fit the legends. Luckily nothing had ever been too serious before.

Their crew were very popular in the sea tales and folk stories. People had called them much, although their most popular name was the 'Marauders'. Remus had even let the crew keep that particular name although it was aimed mostly on the main four of the crew.

There was, of course, Remus. Then Sirius, James and Peter. The four of them had always been best of friends with a love to adventure so when the opportunity to set sail arose they'd all jumped at it.

Right now the crew were all on a very boring and time consuming treasure hunt. It was across vast seas for an island that had only been in tales passed by drunken sailors in bars and whispers by fishermen. An island that supposedly held secrets left by previous generations of pirates and enough treasure for a lifetime.

Remus had jumped at the chance, as did all his crew. He made sure they stocked up and kept a rota for all hours of the day. They had never truly gone this far without necessary stops on the way.

Although sometimes the nights got very long and lately that had been happening a lot. Remus knew that as captain he should sleep enough and keep alert for everything at all times of the day or night. So of course he'd been figuring out how to...stay busy.

Remus found that his first mate, Sirius, was the perfect person for that. No one knew and neither of them spoke of it. Currently the two of them were in Remus's 'office' on the ship, a private room only for himself. "Is this day five or six of being at sea?"