A brigantine ship, known to many as the Poised Falcon, fought against the heavy rain and the thrash of waves. A child around seven years of age looked out to the horizon and fixated on an island, barely visible. She climbed onto the stern and sat on the edge, her clothes clinging to her soaking wet flesh. She closed her eyes, ready to push herself into the water.

Hands grabbed her waist and pulled her back onto the deck. Captain Jasper Gibbins turned the child to face him. Her vibrant silver eyes locked with his misty grey ones. 

“Have ya lost ya mind, child!” He shouted. 

“I want to go home!” She exclaimed, stamping her foot onto the deck. The captain scoffed.  

“Yea? An ya goin’ ta do that from Davy Jones Locker, are ya?” He said. Sarah scowled at him as she thought back tears. 

“Well, maybe if you took me home, like I asked!”

“No, no, for the last time...” the captain stamped his foot, “no!”

Sarah turned away from him as she wiped the tears from her eyes. 

“I don’t want to be here,” she said. 

“Would you rather be a traitor?”

“I would rather be dead.”

The captain whacked Sarah across the face, his rings catching her chin. The force sent her flying into the windless. He grabbed Sarah’s arm, rolled up her sleeve and revealed a scar that was burned into her skin. The letter P sat above three others: CJG

“You see this? This is who you are. You are a pirate. Never forget it.”