The Black Sorrow sailed through the calm waters, heading east. The busy chatter and steps going to and fro, deck to hull. The first mate, Dewey yawned as he tied off the remaining rope secured before hopping up the steps to the steering wheel.

There stood Captain Bonra, The fiercest and most ruthless pirate. The most wanted man across the seven seas. The captain had his compass out, letting out a low hum as he pockets the golden compass. Eyes flicking to Dewey.

"Everythin' good?" Bonra's deep voice asked. His coat fluttering in the salty breeze as the ship left ripples across the pristine ocean.

"Aye cap'n, crew's jus' securin' everythin' in place." Dewey replied with his usual shit eating grin. He looks around for a moment then opens his mouth to speak again. "Where's yer wee lover cap'n?"