Soft waves crashed against the side of the boat as the night lulled on. The Captain’s Quarters were dark, but the moonlight glistened over the various trinkets in Morgan’s cabin. Coins of precious metals were sprinkled across the large mahogany desk that was home to a large map of the ocean and coastal cities.

An abandoned glass of rum sat, still, on the table near the bed along with a discarded letter from his family. And, curled up in the soft sheets of the large bed was Morgan Edwards. His soft snores filled the room as the waves rocked him to sleep. It only took a small creak in the cabin to wake him from his slumber.

Morgan sat up breathing heavily as he looked around the room. He had become a light sleeper during his time as a pirate and he doubted that he would ever change.

"Who's there?" He whispered in an almost scratchy growl. His hand began to grab the cutlass propped up against his nightstand.