It was a typical day at sea. Well, as normal as it can get. The wind was howling against the mass, and the sails were drenched in the cold, salty water. The sky was covered in grey crying clouds. The dun said goodbye for now. There is no navigation on this ship, for the stars have been long gone.

The captain was waking up to see the gray clouds that covered the sky; today will be a slow journey towards shark bait island. The sea doesn't want us there, uh? He thought to himself as he pulled his body off the bed.

His cabin wasn't the best, but it wasn't the worst. It was a small room that was 50 paces from wall to wall. There was an ivory wood desk next to one; on the opposite side was a closet full of the clothes the captain never wore, for they were gifts from his love. On the opposite side of his bed was the door that led to the deck. The floor was a nice maple color. The wood was rotten and started to fall. He needs to get this repaired before the next vogue.

He exited the cabin onto the deck. The Crew was rugged at work. Looking upon this sight, he remembered what his love had told him "If you want to be happy, practice compassion. Suppose you want to make other people happy, practice compassion" – Dalai Lama. This was after a fight they had. She went to Shark Bait Island to wait out his anger. That was fourteen moons ago. He wanted to apologize to her.

He learned his lesson and was ready to take on whatever there was. The sea put up a fight. As the ship's hull crashed into the waves, vast water sprays doused the deck dragging the Crew to the rails. This site was not one the captain wanted to see, so he decided to get to the nearest piece of land.

"Smee, take this ship into port on the island; the ballast is falling us. Belay the ropes, ground the masses. We ride out the storm." The captain shouted.

"AYE," the Crew cried out.

They got to work quickly. The storm was a raging monster hungry for the ships that were unlucky to keep sailing. They got to the port and took cover in a cave. He knew this cave. This island was where he once met the famous Captain Jack Sparrow. He admired the pirate and wanted to be just like him.

Though he couldn't be a man with many ladies, he was loyal to the one he found. He remembered the way that she looked. Her skin was kissed gently by the sun; her hair was a gift from the night for how black it was; her lips of blood; her eyes held wisdom behind them, and her personality had a fighting spirit. She was made for a pirate and the pirate's life.

Interrupting his thoughts was his first mate Smee. "Captain, the crew and I were wondering if you know what treasure is on that blasted island."

Slowly turning, he replied with what Jack Sparrow once said, "Not all treasure is Silver and Gold, Mate."