The constant squalsh of water hitting the sides of the ship had become such a normal part of Dec’s day at this point,that if he didn’t hear it when he woke up,he didn’t consider it real.

Stepping out on deck,the night sky was right above him,a few lanterns lighting up the prideful ship,pirate flag hoised high.

Hands on his hips,he stared out over the drunkards that were his crew,all sunk over barrels or passed out.. Damn them all.. He had a reputation. He was feared. His crew,though..