Chapter 1

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What is the first thing that comes to mind when someone says pirate?
I assume he has a peg leg and an eyepatch, his hair dirtied from the rust of the sea and his skin rough and burnt. He has one hook for a hand, a parrot on his shoulder, and to top it all off with the giant captain hat.

My family long ago when I was just growing to my second year, my mother and father disappeared from sea. Before they long faded from my memory they left me something, it was a someone, and he was my adopted brother Calliz.

My uncle raised us and I grew to manage my own living style. I paid the rent by working half time in the blacksmith shop with Uncle and his crew. I wasn't that good in reading so my studies were in the bottom of my goals.



But.


I had strong fists, fists of iron. I have a fuel for building up my arms with muscle and pain. I want to be strong, I want to explore, I-

Want to be a pirate.

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