One the long stomy night on the high seas, the wind rawred, waves crashing down apon the ship as it neared the island, land only seen from the crows nest above the fog that covered the ocean, ocean spray toppling over the sea vessile, the sails were tied up to prevent tearing, the crew flopping over the deck scrambling to keep the ship afloat and stright to make anchor once close enough to land, The captain, a tall slender man with jagged golden blonde hair that drapes just past his shoulders, wearing the original pirate attire, with a dark purple and black coat with gold lacing draped over his shoulder, shouting out orders, running about the deck, the crashing waves soaking the man, his golden hair shimmering in the moonlight, his peircing blue eyes, scanning his crew for any mishaps and delays, tieing down ropes and cannons,
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By morning the night storm had settled, the sun was rising as the exhasted crew slept aboard the deck, all but one, the captain himself, stearing the ship slowly to the island shore, stopping a few hundred yards out to make anchor, the wind blowing calmer now, his golden hair swooping over his tan face, "OAY!!!, get up you slackers" he called out to his crew half serious, half sarcastic in his tone, as his men began to rise at his command "Make anchor, were going ashore today boys" he flashed the crew his charming smile, the crew cheered, the long awaited grasp of land was apon them, weary from weeks on the sea, traped aboard the ship,
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"Captain we've made anchor and have readied the boat to go ashore" one of the crew member let out, speaking to the captain, showing the upmost respect for his supeior, the man nodded and pulled his coat over his shoulder, climbing down the ship ladder and into the little boat, all but two of the crew members accompained him, making thier way to shore
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By morning the night storm had settled, the sun was rising as the exhasted crew slept aboard the deck, all but one, the captain himself, stearing the ship slowly to the island shore, stopping a few hundred yards out to make anchor, the wind blowing calmer now, his golden hair swooping over his tan face, "OAY!!!, get up you slackers" he called out to his crew half serious, half sarcastic in his tone, as his men began to rise at his command "Make anchor, were going ashore today boys" he flashed the crew his charming smile, the crew cheered, the long awaited grasp of land was apon them, weary from weeks on the sea, traped aboard the ship,
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"Captain we've made anchor and have readied the boat to go ashore" one of the crew member let out, speaking to the captain, showing the upmost respect for his supeior, the man nodded and pulled his coat over his shoulder, climbing down the ship ladder and into the little boat, all but two of the crew members accompained him, making thier way to shore
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