Wind In Our Sails

The captain dragged a hand through his hair, enjoying the burn of the sun. His light yellow shirt snapped in the wind, and he popped open another button.

"We're wait'n for yer orders Cap'n!", one of the older members of the crew shouted, turning towards the man with a wicked look in his eyes.

"Aye, I know." He answered resting his hand on the hilt of his sword without turning away from the sea. He heard the shouting from the pirates behind him and a smirk spread across his lips. With his raven black hair whipping in the wind, he turned around.

"Prepare the cannons, get ready to board." The captain grabbed the wheel, and grinned to his first mate. "Hoist the colors!"
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I'm upgrading this story (because I think I wrote it in 2016 or something but the plot is still good), so excuse my bad language and sometimes half-written chapters.

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