A Search for Freedom

An Opening
The sea was not the kindest. It wasn’t anyones friend, all that sailed over it were equally welcomed by the sea as any other. One could only become accustomed to how it behaved, and so far, Lance was getting there. He was far from being the best, but he was decent. He was able to navigate the ship with a relatively decent skill. His prowess was more so on the land. When Lance had been a Marine, he sailed for pursuits and captures. Never for fun, and never to recruit a Marine into leaving the organization and becoming a Pirate. Lance wondered if that had ever happened before.

The man had a target in a mind, a Commodore. He would’ve met her, if he had been promoted. But due to his immense lack of accolades, Lance was far from the rank he would rightfully be in. But he had no qualms, if he had been a higher rank, his leaving would’ve brought more attention to him. And the man didn’t want that; not yet anyways.

Lance docked his ship at the harbour, the imposing figure of Wolfsbane shorter than the other ships, but was much, much faster. He had removed any markings on the ship that would inform others that it was a Marine ship. He wanted to travel in incognito, not wanting the attention. He leaped down from the main deck, landing with a *thud*. He knew where she was stationed, and he was sure that his presence would be reported. Lance walked forwards into the town, sure that his currently minute criminal presence would warrant the attention of his target. After all, he was a former Marine.