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Drowning.
He was drowning.
His mind shut down yet his body kept responding, lungs burning and eyes watering.
His arms flailed around the raging waves, grasping at nothing and everything at once.
Saltwater filled his throat, screams dying down as a hard, soaked wooden plank -his ship's plank, dark and beautiful- slammed into his face. He felt his head exploding, blood unable to run down his face and melting into the unforgiving sea. His vision finally darkened, as he hoped, for the first time in his life, just for a second, to be put out of his misery.
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Branzy, as usual, had nothing else to do on his ship.
The sun was glaring at him, and he almost felt the urge to glare right back at it. That would be stupid, but in a way he was thankful for such a bright sky.
Raging sea storms have been a common occurrence for the past week. Unpredictable and dangerous, Branzy took no chances. He was one for the risks at most times, but his island hideout seemed very cozy during the dark, cloudy afternoons.
But it has been a week, and Branzy was craving for an adventure.
So he set off on his ship, The Violet Heart, a gift from his late mother. In complete honesty, Branzy had no intention of continuing his mother's pirate legacy, yet it was fate's string pulling that got him into this mess of a life.
At least the ship's name matched his eyes.
Now, where was he? Right, adventure!
Standing idly before the captain's wheel, he unfurled a torn old map. Marked in red circles were all the places Captain Parrot's ship could be docked at.
The storm has barely calmed near Branzy's island, so it must still be a no sea day for the other pirates. He had to get the jump on them.
Obviously Branzy couldn't just attack them by himself with his tiny ship. The Violet Heart may be a grand ship with cannons in every step, but it still stood meagre next to most pirate captains'.
Fortunately he wasn't planning a grand attack that would end in stupor. Branzy had to do what he did best. Either sneak and steal, or charm and plunder.
Staring off into the vast ocean before him, Branzy was certain of one thing.
He will get his heart back, then some petty revenge on a ridiculous backstabbing bastard.
He spun the engraved wooden wheel, pulling out his amethyst embedded spyglass.