Grey Alexander Reid, woke up that morning, in a good mood.

"Ah. Today's gonna be a great day. I just know it." He said quietly to himself.

He got out of bed and went over to his closet.

He got out his usual plain white shirt, black overcoat, red scarf, his black dress slacks, and his black top hat with the red stripe.

He entered his bathroom, and changed into his outfit, and checked himself in the mirror.

He didn't have to leave port that day, so walked down the stairs to the kitchen.

He looked in the pantry, for some breakfast.

"Hmm... Getting low on food. Guess I'll have to go resupply soon." He said, frowning slightly.

He sat down with a buttered piece of bread, a cup of tea, and the newspaper.

Eventually he heard a knocking at his door.

He got up and answered it.

It was his cousin Foxy.

"Hello Grey." He said simply.

"Hi Foxy! It's been a while hasn't it?" Grey replied, cheerfully.

"Aye that it has. But enough with the formalities. I have a buisness proposition." Foxy said, seriously.

"What is it?" He asked.

"Ye've always wanted to be a pirate with me right? Well I bought a ship, and got a crew. But I'm missing a Quartermaster, and First Mate. I was wondering if ye'd like the position." Foxy continued.

"Are you kidding? YES! Being a Blacksmith was getting boring anyways!" Grey answered, smiling.

"Great! Pack up what you want to take with you and we'll be on our way to port." Foxy said.

Grey invited Foxy inside, and went upstairs to prepare for the trip.

Grey grabbed the scabbards for his twin Broadswords, and the holstered the twin blunderbusses he possesed.

He moved aside the false back of his closet, and retrieved the two rifles at the back, as well as several grenades, and throwing knives.

Finally he grabbed the ammo pouches for his guns, packed his clothes, and grabbed his violin.

Foxy helped him carry it all downstairs to the horse, and cart.

And with that, they were off.

"So Grey. Which side are ye on?" Foxy asked casually, as they went down the road.

"I'd say... Patriot. You?" Grey replied.

"Patriot. What are the odds of us winning?" He answered.

"Eh. About 10/90 %. They have the most powerful navy in the world." Grey said.

"Well how's about we even the odds a bit?" Foxy replied with a sly smile, as they arrived at the port.

They carried his bags over to a Brigitine that sat moored at the docks.

"Aye she's a beautiful one! What's her name?" Grey asked.

"The Black Diamond." Foxy replied.

They climbed aboard.

"Grey. You remember Freddy, Bonnie, Chica, Goldy, Mike, Walter, Fritz, and Jeremy right?" Foxy asked.

"Of course I do! It nice to see them again!" Grey answered, smiling.

"Nice to see ye again Grey!" Freddy, and Goldy said at the same time.

All the others greeted him too.

"Well. Shall we get out to sea?" Foxy said, slyly.

"Aye, aye cap'n!" Chica said, as everyone went to work.

They hoisted the sails, unfurled the flags, and started to take up a tune.

"Hey Grey. Play us a sea shanty on that fiddle." Goldy called to him.

"Aye!" He responded, striking up the song.

"Oh, what do we do with a Drunken Sailor?" Grey sang.

"What do we do with a Drunken Sailor?" Everyone else sang.

"What do we do with a drunken sailor?" Foxy sang.

"E'rly in the mornin!" They finished together, as they sailed out of port.

And so began their lives as Pirates.