BOOM! Went the cannon, smashing into the heart of Hatar and Sophia East right in front of their child's eyes. The cruel leader of the armada snarled and ordered to retreat not noticing the 3 year old tucked in a blanket under the barrels. Deacon and his heavily armed battle angles stormed out of the room and flew off back to Valencia. A few hours later a ship of red claw crabs docked at the ship ruins to find Flint. By some miracle these crabs were working with BoochBeard and decided to take him in to train.
10 Years Later
Flint now being 13, was an excellent swashbuckler. Dodging and slashing, sneaking through the shadows in a brilliant speed. He wasn't as strong and beefy as the crabs and bulls, but he made up for it with his speed and intelligence. One night after his training and daily plunder they rested down with their spoils of war and a fresh jug of yum. Although the crabs had other plans. They all looked nervous so Flint asked them what was wrong. The leader said 'all the years we have kept you Flint, you have become a remarkable pirate, although, you don't like our rules. Whenever we try to steal something like a normal pirate you plead us not to and find an alternate route.' 'What are you saying?' The boy asked. 'We think it's time for you to leave the crew, you're capable of protecting yourself and even starting your own crew!' 'I see how it is' he huffed and stormed out of the cabin on to the deck to watch the moonlight. Suddenly a net shot out of nowhere, snaring him on the ground in a heap. A shadowy figure emerged from the wheel, carrying a gun. It was Deacon! A bullet quickly shot his shoulder, putting Flint into a deep sleep.