Wolfe Quintero. Notorious pirate. He was known for travelling from place to place, stealing what he and his crew could and escaping without being caught. He was quite proud of their escapes. Seen but never caught, practically famous.

He and his crew were sailing across the sea to their next location. After a storm that blew through a few days earlier, they were still recovering from the loss and damage to their belongings. They were busy fishing when something big got caught in one of their nets.

“Heave, lads!” Wolfe shouted to his crewmates, rushing over to help. As they all tugged the net onto the boat, a figure thrashed and writhed inside along the smaller fish that were caught with it.

“Bloody hell…” The captain breathed, moving forward and kneeling beside the writhing figure.