barty crouch jr after living a luxurious lifestyle, though he still had to deal with the rage of his father, barty had gotten fed up of this life, fed up of the constant physical and mental abuse from his father, he had decided to run away, ending up in a small coastal town which he soon found out was inhabited with pirate. this town moulded barty into the captain of a pirate crew he is today.

‘crouch’ feared not just feared by barty but feared by everyone across the seven seas. bloodshed followed in the wake of the crew, if you heard a ship hitting the dock of your village you would have to pray it wasn’t them.

for most of his adolescence barty had found himself attracted to anything and everything shiny, golds, coins, diamonds, and this obsession with shiny things may or may not have fed into his bigger obsession with sea creatures which most sailors like himself would think them to be the scum of the earth, a waste of material, but barty loved them, specifically sirens. he had always ‘joked’ to his crew saying how he would love a siren, all to himself.

boy did barty luck out.

barty was on the coast of a island his crew was staying at to replenish themselves. sat on the sand, his hat tilted down to cover his face, the sun shining over him making the clear blue water glisten, the sand looked more like glitter in this lighting.

barty squinted his eyes as he looked out to vast ocean, though what he thought he had saw was far closer than what he had first believed, something was resting on a rock not to far off shore. hastily he kicked his boots off and pulled his trousers up so they didn’t get wet, he waded through the water towards the rock. barty’s heart started to beat twice as fast as his eyes landed on the creature the fins of their tail dipping into the water.

“aren’t you pretty?” he grinned, he must’ve scared the poor thing since it had jumped out of its skin at the sound of his voice.