The Dragon's Pirate Warrior | oc insert

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"There's a storm coming," a man in his early thirties commented, sighing as he turned to his wife who was stood behind him, "if we don't get off the open ocean soon, we may be in deep trouble."

"Then let's try get out of here," his wife told him, "Arcane is still sleeping. Our journey must've taken a lot out of him."

"We'll let him sleep then," the man nodded before turning, "get the sails, I'll order the crew to start preparing to sail to the Awa port. That should be the closest one."

However, he was wrong, they were no where near Awa, nor were they even near Kouka Kingdom in general, they were just in the middle of the sea. Between Kouka Kingdom and a country in the west called Ashia, who the travelling merchants were doing business with over the past month.

The crew ran around in response to the orders that the two co captains of the ship were shouting out to them, unbeknownst to them, the storm that was coming would be one they would not escape.

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In the captains quarters, a boy, six years old, is jolted awake by the sudden shock wave sent through the wooden structure.

He jumped out of bed, losing balance as the ship swayed dangerously and he started slowly making his way to the door, as soon as he opened it, he was engulfed in water and swept back in the room.

Once the water had disappeared, the boy ran out and looked around to see dark rumbling storm clouds above, lightning striking down on the ocean around them, waves towering higher and higher above the boat at every passing second. Crew men were scurrying around like rats, trying to readjust sails and tighten the holds while being doused head to toe in water by the crashing waves around them.

The boy pushed himself up the stairs to the top deck where his mother and father stood attempting to fight against the open sea and sail the ship to safety.

"Mother! Father!" the boy shouted, grabbing hold of the railing as the ship suddenly rocked, almost sending him sliding off the soaked wooden surface and over the side of the boat.

"Arcane!" the two turned to their son.

"What are you doing out here?!" his father's shout was barely even heard over the sounds of the waves around them.

He grabbed his sons outstretched hand and helped pull him over to the two of them.

"Where'd this storm come from?!" Arcane shouted.

"You must've been too tired to sense the change," his mother shouted over the crashing waves as she tucked in the necklace that had fallen out from under her clothes, it was a wooden carving out of glossy blue wood of a ship much like the one they were on, it matched her husbands, the only difference was his was a teal green colour instead.

"I'm sorry!" Arcane cried out.

"It's not your fault, son," his father ruffled his head before turning the wheel again, fighting against the wheels want to snap back into a different point.

"South West!" Arcane shouted, pointing off in a different direction, "go south west!"

"Hear that boys?!" his father shouted, "South West!"

"Yes, captain!" the ships crew all said in unison before they began forcing the ship off in that direction, fighting against the currents and tides.

However, when Arcane turned he stared with wide eyes as a wave at least 60 feet tall towered over the ship.

"Dad!" Arcane shouted, grabbing his father's sleeve, his father and mother turned and stared wide eyed before the two knelt down and grabbed their son, not being able to do much as the wave crashed down on the ship.