That was it...Enough...He had enough. Enough of his shitty life, enough of the bullshit it threw at him, and most of the problem, his pride. His ship, Polar Tang, sinking down with all the people he loved, letting him lose what he valued for the third time, ripping the last thread of whatever little piece of sanity he had left. Bepo, swimming with him on his back aimlessly to find some kind of land, they spotted a ship, which was yours. You had heard about him. He's make a great member...You ordered your crew to slow down and stop near them, leaning against the railing. You looked down, shouting.

"Wanna join my crew?"

He looked up, silent, shocked...