Chapter 1

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The man in purple hair sat there in chains. The sailor laid a punch on his face and the sound echoed in the small room. "What is your buisness here?" the sailor repeated for the third time.

The man in purple hair spit out blood and laughed. "Like I said, I came for money."

"And you thought you could steal from a pirate ship? Not a very smart lad you are," chuckled the sailor.

The door opened. The sailor stood and said, "Captain. This boy claims he came for money."

The captain chuckled. "I see. Trying to steal from my ship, eh? Seems you failed," the captain said.

The young man in purple hair looked up. "It seems so."

The captain turned to the sailor. "Keep him locked up until we get to port. Let no suspicion arise."

"Yes sir."

The sailor and the captain walked out of the room. The sound of locks clicking bounced on the walls. A small window let the light of rhe full moon enter, illuminating the room. The man in chains sighed in relief and said, "About time."

He leaned his head toward his right hand. His fingers reached deep into his high ponytail for a pin. As he had it in his grasp, he pulled his head back and held the pin in between his fingers.

"Come on," he whispered. The pin wedged itself in the keyhole of the shackles. He twisted the pin until he heard a click. The shackles slipped off his wrists and he sighed in relief. He undid his other shackle. And finally both came off.

He stood up and examined the room. A small candle that was close to the door, was nearly all melted of the wax. He grabbed the candle, and looked around the room. Where should I start the fire? he thought.

He smiled. The room was filled with a black powder that had a chalky feel. If I heard correctly, this stuff catches on fure pretty quick.

The boy walked to the window and stuck his head outisde. He sees the crashing seas below and thinks, Well, it looks peaceful. Time to light up the ship.

The boy, with the candle in his hand, walks up to the barrels and pulls out a handful of the black powder. He sets a trail that starts from the window then leads to the barrel.

"Time to go," he said. As he heard the other pirates bursting into the room, they screamed, "Ah! He's getting away!"

He smirked and said, "Have a nice day." He drops the candle and the fire runs along the black trail.

He jumps out the window, with the ship burning brightly behind him.

~*~*~

The next morning, Yona and the others awake from their night in the forest.

"Yoon, which way do we go?" Yona asked.

Yoon glanced at his map and pointed north. "There's a village just north of here. We'll be able to get there by evening."

Yona nodded. Shin-ha looked up towards the forest. "What's wrong?" Kija asked.

"Something... is coming," he said.

Everyone looked towards where Shin-ha was looking. Crows started to fly out of the woods, a sign that something was there. Hak prepared his weapon and Shin-ha drew his sword.

A man jumped from the trees and flew across the air. He had long purple hair tied in a high ponytail. "How can he stay in the air like that?" said Jae-ha.

Kija stared in wonder. Jae-ha jumped and threw his small blades at the man in the air. The man got out his long, slender, pure black sword and deflected it. "A black sword?" Hak said.

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