Closed starter w/ @cursedblessed
How long has it been? Years? A decade? A lot had happened since Saffron last saw that face. The face of a man he once considered a friend. The young pirate had spent his childhood looking up to him when they were both young pups, even considered him a brother. What should’ve been a joyous reunion, was turning into a sour realization. Freedom, adventure, living life to its fullest from Providence to Nassau huh. It was all they would talk about when they were younger. It was a kids dream, but one Saffron held close to his heart.
The spyglass image was clear as the Caribbean Sea on white sands, and yet he still couldn’t believe it. The Captain ordered for all hands on deck but Saffron stood still. The faint voices in the background planning on how to deal with the approaching ship could barely overcome the noise of his thoughts. Why is he wearing that uniform. His body acted despite the orders from above.
The taste of the salty sea on his lips could only overcome the bitter feelings for a second. Poseidon would be jealous if he saw the speed at which Saffron was swimming. The cut from a blade stings but this type of hurt could only be caused by a dull blade stuck to the unsuspecting back. The man whose opinion he held so high, whose ideals played part in Saffrons decision to become a pirate. Atlas, why would you become this. He would get his answer, one way or another.
