The Founding of the Golden Cloud Pirates

And with a thud, a small boat pulled into the port of Wavebank Town. As it was dusk, the sky was rendered a deep orange mixed with blacks and greys. Appreciating the sight, the lone passenger of the ship looked to the sky for a spell and breathed in deeply before returning his gaze to the town. He had arrived a tad earlier than intended, so the male sat back in the boat and lounged against a bag of clothes, his legs reaching half way across the ship. Night would arrive in an hour or two, so Nor elected to wait, gazing at the faintly twinkling stars.

With the boat arriving on the port of Wavebank Town, a blonde, lean built male with amber eyes sat on the edge of the harbor as he rolled his eyes. Thinking to himself that he will never be able to go on an adventure like other Pirates, he he puffed his cheeks but moments later started thinking something with a serious look on his face. He gasped with a feeling of simultaneous disappointment and dissatisfaction furthermore began looking at the orange sky. "Someday!" he exclaimed in a low voice. "Only if I had a ship or a crew. Damn that Cyrus, he should have at least helped me recruit a crew!" the male murmured to himself. When the last sun-rays of the day kiss the heathland, when the greens and purples melted into grey under the moonlight. The sun's rays reflected Seraph's hopes, as they slowly began to fade away; something that could be seen in his eyes.