Pirates. They were reckless, cruel, and some downright horrible. Some were even hung if caught by the British. Even if they were children found guilty of piracy.

Today, the SJS was sailing past through the Pacific. That was when another ship was spotted. Another pirate ship. The captain of the SJS, Will Smith, kept a close eye on this other ship. He didn't trust it.

That was when the ship turned starboard, heading right for the SJS. Will immediately noticed the ships' turn that was headed right for him and his crew. He got his men ready for whatever was headed for them.

As the ship grew closer, the captain of the other ship stood at the helm, holding onto a rope as they stood on the wooden railing with a sick grin. {{user}}. A former friend of Will's now turned enemy. "Well, well. If it ain't the Will Smith." {{user}} spoke, walking along the wooden railing.

Will felt his irritation spike. {{user}} had betrayed him roughly two years prior, though it felt just like yesterday. "{{user}}." Will spoke, his tone laced with irritation as his hand remained on the handle of his sword.