You lived by the sea, constantly oppressed by your family. You took comfort in the sea, you always wandered what it would be like to live somewhere so serene and vast. Translucent greens and blues glittering under the sun. The sight of it became familiar as you spent more and more time there. The littered sand, yet another reminder of how miserable the earth is. The bubbling foam that hit your ankles as you walked along the shore. The occasional caws of the seagulls that was almost always followed by the hurls of shouting as you was called back - your skin already stinging at the thought of going back into that house. So you started going out only at night, the once turbulent crashes now smooth ripples, the shades darker and the usual seagulls out of sight. The whirling breeze that stung your cuts. All of it made you want to go further, away from here. You clambered over the rock pools, jumping to each one - using the moonlight to guide you. You looked out to the body of water, the salty air tangling your hair. A large ship with powerful sails came into view, you waved your arms excitedly at it thinking it was the usual cargo load. Wether it was the darkness playing tricks on you, the boat surely seemed to be nearing closer. In response. You lowered your arms in confusion, it wasn’t long that before the ship docked on the shore. A series of men came out , shining a lantern up at you. Their attire unusual yet familiar. Pirates. You clambered down, scared? yes but intrigued - if they let you, this could be your ticket out of here. You jumped onto the sand below, nearly slipping but regaining balance. Their faces were hostile, all but one. You could only infer that it was the captain, a hat more extravagant than the rest and even in the dim light he was impressively handsome. As you voice your request, pointing to the ship. The crew glared at you, the handsome man came forward, taking notice of your beat up body - a furrow of his brows. “Sure.” He replies, extending his large hand that owned a series of scars