Lunars of the Caribbean

It's Captain Actually. (2)

Kaito road in the carriage to the party at the town's grand pavilion. Sure, he was the son of a governor and had the privilege of going to parties like all the time. To eat and do whatever he wanted and was only second to the status of the King's son.

And he had zero luck with any girls he found attractive.

Yeah, so what if the girls at the parties he attended flocked around him constantly. None of them were actually good people. Most of them were greedy and only liked him for his status.

Oh, but Cinder. Stars, she was something else. In one night, she did over and above what the best blacksmiths in all of Port Royal said they couldn't do at all ...

In one night!!!!

She was so talented with her craft and kind and respectful. It made something in Kaito's chest bloom with delight. As the carriage road on, there was nothing else he could think about.

Something good was going to come from Kaito meeting Cinder. He just knew it.

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The sun was high in the sky he pulled the oars back and forth in a circular motion. His arms were growing tired, but land was approaching his small, yet steadfast vessel. Port Royal was his destination, where he would acquire a faster, more vast ship to fit his needs.

And his needs – for now – are best left unknown by others.

The minuscule mast of his vessel caught a gust of wind that propelled it forward. He grinned, saying, "That's more like it."

He didn't need to row for as long as this wind could carry him. He was almost in the bay when it happened. His boat, the own he'd been sailing in for the past month. The one that had carried him for hundreds of miles over the cruel, raging sea, had again sprung a leak.

And just when he thought his luck was beginning to turn.

Quickly, he stomped on the whole, thinking that his pounding could shovel the loose boards back into place. It worked to some degree for a short while. When a hole the size of his hand was left in the hull of his boat, he found a solution. He rummaged through his few belongings and pulled out a bottle of rum. One of the best liquids in the world.

Good news, the bottle was just wide enough to fill the hole. Bad news, he wouldn't get to drink anymore of the rum.

He wasn't that thirsty anyways, so he shoved the bottle into place. "Now stay you old bugger."

The bottle didn't budge, and he nodded in approval. He wasn't that huge on drinking it, but it was far better than salt water or whine. That was for sure.

The wind had carried him so close to the docks, and somehow, the bottle was slipping. Maybe it was because the bottle was too heavy and it slipped from the slickness of the water. Or more likely, the boat was falling apart.

The bottle was pulled out by the current and water began to flood his vessel. Thankfully, another ship – that was bigger than his he might add – was passing his, heading for shore. Just as it was about to be out of reach, he jumped off the bow of his little dingy. But not before snagging his bag of random items from the sinking boat.

"See you later, old boat," he waved. Literally, waving with the sack in his free hand. Inside were some of his most valuable possessions. But his most valuable possession would never be in that sack. Especially not as long as it was lost.

He held fast to the back of the ship that was ten times the size of his dingy. Still, it was not nearly large enough. He already had a certain ship in mind. One that would help him to find that possession he'd lost. One that could sail him away to anything he wanted. But that thirst would likely be quenched once he got his lost item back.