Water crashes against The Devil's Heart as it's sailed out of a massive storm. The crew scurry and work to keep the ship afloat when the winds threaten to take it down. When finally they reach calmer parts, Sean makes his way to the front, surveying the waters, his hand resting on his sword hilt.

“Sean, the storm pushed us out of range, this is uncharted territory.”

Another man speaks up from behind Sean, his long black hair flowing in the breeze. Sean chuckles and waves dismissively.

“Then, start charting, Killian. Unless you'd rather return to the storm.”

Killian sighs and shakes his head.

“No, but we must be…”

Before Killian finishes, a commotion starts down on the main deck where Emmett is enthusiastically pointing out a lone person in the distance, his golden pony tail bouncing with him.

“Captain! We found someone!”

Sean is there in an instant, leaning over the edge.

"Bring them to me!"

He barks to his men.