Life on Smooth Tides
The sun slowly rises over the horizon as villagers began waking to begin with the chores and duty of the day. The waves were active this morning and the seagulls were as annoying as ever.
Sunlight slowly creeps through the windows of a family's small hut by the sea, inside a man slept with his wife and child.
George slowly and quietly gets off the bed, making sure not to wake up the love of his life, Sophia, snoring beside him as well as their small and delicate baby girl, Audrey.
He walks out of the small hut by the coast which he had called home for five years now while rubbing those sleepy eyes of his. He stretches his sore hands and legs while absorbing the beauty of the Caribbean. On his arm, just below his hand, his skull birthmark could be seen.
"Morning Master!" A young boy calls for the forty-year-old.
"Good morning Paul!" He replies as he recalled the young boy's name. Leto was seventeen this year and had always called George 'Master' ever since he agreed to teach the lad how to sail.
"You're early!' George says as Paul walks towards the hut via the collection of fine sand.
"That means I can learn more today!" Paul exclaims as the waves crash into the sand.
"Alright then," George says under his breath, "let's begin!"
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The Seas were rough this morning and so were the winds. Paul struggled to handle the tiny boat which George used to teach him with.
"Calm down lad, even if this ship goes down you still know how to swim," George says as he realised that Paul was beginning to sweat under pressure.
Yes....yesss masterrrrrrr...!" Paul stammers as the waves rock the boat back and forth. George calmly sits at the back of the boat.
"Calm down," George reminds the boy, "Okay, bring us back."
Paul doesn't reply but sighs in relief and gladly turned the boat back for the small village.
George watches the village and remembers the first time he set his eyes on it. He recalled leaving his fleet of pirates and told them he wanted a more peaceful life and had enough of plundering and killing and thus set course for this island to live the rest of his life in peace. There he met Sophia and was warmly welcomed by the few villagers inhabiting the island.
"Woahhh!" Paul exclaimed as the boat crashed onto the shore and sent Paul into the sand.
"Great lesson," George says as he stepped out of the boat and as he tied the boat to a massive wooden log on the beach, "let's go hunting."
"Yes, master." Paul as he lay on the sand.
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Kilometres away from the island a man dressed in a dirty and old Spanish navy uniform inspects the island with a telescope. He closes the telescope and places it back into his pocket and runs to the quarterdeck.
His fellow crew members watch the man race to the quarterdeck and to a man dressed in the uniform of a long dead admiral. His grey skin matched well with the dark blue uniform.
"Captain," The man says, "he is on the island."
"Very well." The Captain replies with his deep and unsettling voice.
The man walks off while the hundreds of crew members of the ship went to their battle stations beside the cannons, the sails and the crow's nest.
"Old friend," the captain says, "your punishment is at hand."