Such A Beautiful Fish(re-make)

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It was a nice day to set sail on the red army ship. Well. The red army wasn't really an army, more of a pirate group with the name red army.

They did what most pirates did, loot ships that went in there paths, kill, steal, drink and yada yada.

You get the jist of things.

A board the ship was a few people with a few jobs. Easy things to do.

On the ship we had yanov, a tall dark young male who had escaped slavery by joining the army.

The kid, yes they where named kid. Maybe because the kid was a mute and no one knew his name.

There was Jonathan, who people called jon. He would mop up the deck and clean.

Then there was mark, he was a cook, he was proud of his work with cooking. And he should be proud his cooking was great for something back then.

Edward and thomas, Both Fisher boys, they ran away from home at the age of 16 and 15. They never said why they left.

Tord, the captain, a ruthless person, he was rude and heartless unless it came to his crew in which he was kind and nice to them at times.

Then there was paul, a scruffy male a bit chubby and he looked like he barely took care of himself but hell he looked like everyone if that was the case.

Barely anyone on that ship cared about there looks, but mark, yeah mark cared about his looks. He was kinda a small bit of a narcissist.

Everyone had there jobs on the ship and they did them, and they did them well because they did them for years now.

From important jobs, like tord, yanov, and the kid for killing and looting.
To jobs not that important but there, like tom, Edward, jonathon, mark, and paul. To cleaning, cooking, fishing, and..writing.

Paul, of course was the writer, his writing is why the red army is known and feared by many people.

Paul could remember the day one of his writings got noticed by the Queen of England, He wrote about them taking down two British ships.

And the story was slightly true, they took down one ship the other fled before they could take it down fully.

But hey man, it was impressive nonetheless. Paul wrote about other things but he never had them taken to people to read because he wrote them for fun.

He made up stories about half fish people, and sharks and whales and WoAh- his imagination was everywhere.

But there where some nights where paul would look out his room window at the ocean water against the boat and hope.

His imaginations could be real. Just for one day.