Jordan looked up from his work and out into the ocean. It made him remember as many others didn't. Once he had gotten back to the shore from his venture he couldn't stand to leave the sight of the ocean, he had to stay, to be close to it, to be close to her. It was the only thing he had left. In the first two months of life he had almost died from starvation if he had not found a job here on a commercial dock.
"Come on boy, get your ass moving and load this stuff up."
"Yes sir."
Jordan picked up the crate he had been staring over and loaded it onto the small rowboat that would take it to a schooner not to far off the coast. He did this with five other large boxes and one barrel, getting into the rowboat and starting off to the ship to drop of the equipment.
He listened as the oars made slow noises against the water, giving just the right mood as the sun went down behind the horizon. By the time he had gotten there it was dark with just a little sunlight peeking over the horizon. He threw the ropes to the crew on board and climbed atop the schooner once they had heaved him upward. He took the boxes and barrels and put them were the crew had told him to. Then, on the sixth box he stopped and lifted up his face as a refreshing gust of wind blew by; magnificent. The felling, though, was short lived as he heard a very high pitched whistle coming from a ways out behind him. He turned to look and saw a large schooner flying a pirate flag and heading fast to them.
The crew rushed into action and raised the anchors as they attempted to get the sails up. The pirate ship was to fast, and it came hard and knocked out one of the sails with the first cannon fire, there isn't even a need to describe what the rest of cannons did. Soon the pirates had hooked onto the merchant vessel with many javelins and had made their way over.
For those who fought with what weapons they had, their life was short lived, but luckily most just stood there with their hands up, Jordan including. Once the pirates had looted the ship from whatever valuables they lined the crew and Jordan up as the captain of the pirate ship came over. He paced in front of these men and looked to them pointing at three of them, Jordan being one of them.
"Tie these three up and bring em aboard. Kill the rest"
Screams filled the air and people tried to struggle but they were all slaughtered one after another, Jordan and two other crewmen the only ones left. After many evil and hearty laughs followed by spits and other guttural sounds you wouldn't be able to make out, Jordan and the two crewmen were taken aboard The Mermaids Tail, which was the name of the ship. This name made Jordan smile as he thought back to the time he and Ariel had been together. This got him slapped across the face by the hardy looking captain.
"What's so funny lad!"
Jordan said nothing, just hung his head to the floor.
"Good, now the rest of you. You have two options, one, you can stay aboard my ship with me crew doing whatever we say when we say and one day when I see ya worthy I will let you go of your servitude, to join with us that is. Or, the latter decision would be to die right here, right now. It's your choice mate's."
Nobody had trouble with their decision, not a one. As they were taken to their feet, Jordan expected to be hauled into a kitchen or something to clean, but instead they were thrown in the cargo hold for the night, blindfolded and gagged. It was cramped and very silent, the only thing giving Jordan comfort the sound of the Ocean waves pounding against the ships hull, always the sound of the Ocean. The other two crewmen were not so lucky; they sat through a night of pain and misery.