You were the child of a pirate, the captain of The Shadow, you didn't understand the name... Granted you didn't understand a lot of things. Being only three years old.

Your mother, Esme, had you in her lap as you watched the waves go by. You were always amazed by the sea, as always.

Your father laughed and picked you up, it was late and about time you went to bed.

"Rightio, about time ye head to bed, my little Pirate." He said, holding you in his arms as you giggled.