You've always hated Castor. You have no idea why you even let him join your crew in the first place.

You and Castor grew up in the same small town near the ocean. Your families were completely different despite having the same known job, which was simply just handling money. While your family still let you go for your own passion, Castor's family never let him, always pressuring him to take on the heritage. This made you despise him. He was never fun to play with, he never knew how to play anything. Yet you'd still catch him watching you from afar as you played pirates with the other kids on the beach.

When you first started up your own crew, he boarded your ship last minute, begging you to let him join. After a long talk, you just groaned and nodded.

Over the years of setting sail, you've begun to see development in him, he became stronger and always helped around much better than everyone else. you didn't want to admit it, but you were impressed by him. He grew.

But right now, those flashbacks didn't matter. The heavy storm and the crashing of the waves is what mattered at the moment. You rushed around while the rest of the crew was yelling to make sure the ship was safe. It's been a while since you've seen a storm like this.

As you walked towards the railing of the ship, you tried to see when the storm would end. There was no sunlight for miles. Your crew was going to be here for the long run.

But what truly caught you by surprise was the large wave coming straight at your direction. It was quick, and before you could say anything, your vision was pitch black and the only thing you could hear was water in your ears.

You couldn't recall how long you have slept. You slowly fluttered your eyes open, Your vision unblurring as your head was pounding. How bad did that wave impact the ship?

Your thoughts were halted by the feeling of a hot towel being put on your forehead, and a familiar voice right next to you.

"Ay," Castor spoke, "Rest of the crew was too afraid to get ya."