Hi guys! First fanfic, so go easy on me.
Disclaimer: I own nothing but the plot.
It was raining. (Not to anyone's suprise) It had been stormy all week. The crew was sitting on the beach, their ship anchored down not too far away. Raz was sharpening a fish bone knife. Silas was scouting around for some fruit. Flynn and Gupta were running around the beach, seeing who was faster. Dobson was lazily walking back and forth along the shore. Not too long ago, their captain was presumed dead.
They would've been okay. Squint, being first mate, would've become the captain and everything would be fine. But, for some reason, he was no where to be found. The entire crew searched for days, but it was hopeless. Everyone, especially Raz and Gupta, was worried sick.
The search went on for about a week, but when there was no sign of Squint anywhere, they presumed him dead as well. It had been hard on everyone. Though it didn't show much, the crew had never been more devastated.
Who would be captain? Who would be first mate? No one could officially take the roll of leadership without the leader itself giving it to him/her. It would never be the same again.
Later that night, everyone piled back on the ship. Though nothing had really been accomplished that day, they were all exhausted. They all said their good nights and layed down scattered across different areas of the ship.
Raz sat underneath the mast and gazed up at the sky. "G'night, Squint," she whispered. "We miss ya." With that, she layed down and fell asleep along with the rest of the crew.
Well, there's the Prolouge. I hope you enjoyed it. Please review! I'll try to post Chapter 1 as soon as I can.
-Rabid Cheeseball
