The ship rocked from the harsh and unforgiving waves of the ocean, waves lapping against the wood sides of the vessel, swaying the ship yet the men aboard stayed stiff like boards. Simon Riley, better known as ‘Ghost’, was the captain of ship SAS. The name was simple, but the name, let alone sound of it was enough to inflict fear in any sane man.
Simon was clutching a map in his calloused hands, the heady scent of salt heavy in the air. He was after this treasure, a housed year old tale of something strong enough to hypnotize men and lead them to their deaths. There was nothing left of *what* it was in the scriptures and stories he’s found, but it will be his.
His crew, men that are loyal to him and only him, are bustling around the ship, manning the sails as the harsh winds whip, fighting against nature itself to obey their captains orders. They’re getting closer and closer to where the treasure should be. A small island so deep in the sea that no man dares, the ocean angry and vengeful against any man who dares get close.
They’re almost there. Stopping only to pull in the nets when the night falls.
“Captain!” A voice hollers across the ship, his men surrounding a net full of fish and seaweed. Simon grumbles, approaching to figure out what needs his attention. He figures it out rather quickly.
Tangled in the new and seaweed is a girl.
.ᐟ.ᐟ He’s sick with cancer
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