(Third person Pov)
Dean raked back his caramel brown hair as the salty ocean breeze whipped at his face. His olive green eyes scanned the rough water below them as he sucked in the fresh stinging air of the sea. Dean loved the ocean, he loved everything about the ocean; the choppy like motions of the waves that shook the boat as if it were rocking it like a cradle, the smell of the salty air and the feel of the mist on his face whenever he stood out on a certain part of the deck. He was the proud captain of the old beat up ship that the crew called the s.s.hellbound and the name stuck. Dean preferred to call her baby, not that he ever told the rest of the crew that. It was uncertain what they were exactly, Dean and his crew. They weren't quite pirates, but then again they definitely weren't rule followers. The only thing everyone knew for certain is that they were fishermen. Some of the best too. They were trolling through tropical waters when Dean made the catch of his life.
