CHAPTER I:

THE MAN AND THE CAPTAIN

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The man sat down and smiled, "You look good." He commented, eying the pirate. "Bathing more often than the rest of your crew I take it?" His English accent was thick.

"An' what exactly is that suppose to mean?" The pirate replied, drawing out his words a bit longer than most would. Tilting his head in a cocky manner, he grinned slightly.

"Don't take it personally," The man folded his arms over his chest, "you've always looked better than the rest of your crew."

The two sat alone in the man's quarters. Lanterns and candles filled the room with a dull light, giving the wood of the table, and chairs they sat on a deep, reddish, tone. There was a lone wine bottle, and two glasses sat upon the table, the pirate's glass remaining untouched. Aside from the two men, these were the only things to occupy the room.

The pirate sat with his legs crossed upon the table, arms folded at his chest, no single emotion readable on his face. "Now Jacob, tell me what it is you've brought me here for, seems ye' be wastin' my time."

Jacob raised an eyebrow, "Do not underestimate how valuable my time is, Captain." He raised and walked to a window across the room. He stood for a moment, looking out the window, hands behind his back.

'He's pondering,' The Captain thought. 'Gatherin' his thoughts 'n choosin' his words.'

Jacob was a man in his early 30's, and while he was shorter, and built much smaller than the Captain, he possessed youthful looks no woman would refuse. He was so well groomed he seemed perfect, and unreal. He had light blonde hair, the color of the purest sand, and a complexion so fair it seemed as if he'd never seen a day's sunlight. The Captain hated it. He knew nothing about Jacob's background or life, nor did he care. In fact no one seemed to know anything about Jacob. He'd show up and disappear as fast as he came. No one knew where he came from, nor did they know where to find him.

Continuing to gaze out the window Jacob spoke, "If you were offered redemption Captain, would you take it?"

The Captain laughed at the question finally taking a sip of his wine, "And what makes ye' think I'm wroth redeemin' Mr. Connors?" He asked with a bit of a chuckle. "I highly doubt I'm to be freed of the consequences of my sins there Jacob. I don't think there's a redeemable bone left in me body." He began to laugh again. "Lot's of sinnin's been done here." He paused for a moment. "I am what I am Jacob," he took another sip of wine. "A pirate. Pirates aren't granted redemption."

Jacob slowly walked back to the table, his gaze fixed on the Captain. "Every man has redeemable qualities Captain. Redemption comes in many forms. Those in the deepest pits of hell are men who chose not to act upon those qualities, and ignored the call of being redeemed." He paused, studying the Captain's face, "They did not want to be redeemed Captain, keep that in mind."