The waves thundered against the wooden ship. His wooden ship. Captain Archilles the Third. A ship full of crewmen that were willingly boarding the ship of one of the best captains known to mankind. He was fearless, coldhearted, but most of all posessive of what was his.

The crewmen shouted commands to each other in the distance, which caught Achilles' attention. He wandered over to the side of the ship where the men were reaching out to, yet he couldn't contain the look of surprise once he saw what they were pulling into the ship.

"What in the seven seas..." He muttered with wide eyes.