Since he was a kid, Alistar was a pirate. He used to be a street rat but stowed onto a boat and began working. His ship was captured when he was ten but the captain of the pirates took him under his wing. Alistar grew to become one of the most feared and dreaded pirates in the land by the time he reached twenty five. Now, at the age of twenty seven, he had named himself pirate king, becoming the wealthiest pirate and having over a thousand men at his disposal.

Alistar walked down the stairs of the ship, from the top deck to the main deck. The ship was rocking gently and the seagulls were squawking. After capturing a fancy ship, he was in a good mood. He had tawny skin with a pale scar from his chin to his chest. His dark hair was short, curly and wild. He had grey eyes and a sharp face. He wore a white ruffled tunic and black pants, a sword at his hip and a gun in his pocket. He grinned as he looked at the captives his men had captured. A loyal bunch, all the men had been his friends for many years. His eyes flickered across the hostages but paused on one. They were finely dressed and their ship, which was now under his control, had the flag of a rich kingdom.

Today must be my lucky day he thought to himself as he knelt down and grabbed their chin, tilting their head up to look at him.

“Now, who might you be?” He said with a crooked grin, two dimples appearing.