Summary: This is about a young corsair searat who has been recruited by a pirate captain. It's obviously from a bad guy's point of view, although the character isn't truly a bad guy. The story mostly takes place on the open sea, and there's a twist. This searat's shipmates and captain end up following a ghost ship on the hunt for treasure. Redwall with a supernatural twist! Enjoy!

The brazen sun slowly breached the horizon, pouring forth brilliant molten rays of gold across the sky. The heaving sea mirrored the dawn colours as it lapped lazily against the dock.
A young searat leaned on a worn wooden railing, gazing out across the sea and it's tossing white-capped waves.
A light breeze blew from the sea, carrying a fresh salty scent and playfully tugging at the rat's tunic.
He sighed, suddenly wishing he was anywhere but here. He turned his head and looked with disdain at the pirate haven behind him. Dim lights could be seen in some building windows, and gray smoke billowed out of stone chimneys. The rat was glad the wind was blowing from the sea and not from the land, for the breeze would carry the foul stench of the corsair settlement; grog, brine, and filth.
A sudden strong wind gusted up from the ocean, making the rat turn. The strong sea breeze made the waves leap and bubble and the anchored ships heave and buck at their mooring ropes like rabid, chained hellbeasts. The ship's timbers creaked and moaned and riggings hummed with tension. The rat flinched as the waves slammed against the dock supports, spraying icy sea water all over his dark fur. He wished he had his cloak with him, for the wind had a biting chill to it, like cold steel piercing skin.
Shivering, the rat started back for the dock-side tavern to seek the warmth of a fire and perhaps a morning beaker of ale. He walked briskly, the wooden boards groaning under his footclaws. As he walked, he peered around at the many boats and ships that were anchored here; merchant ships, shallow carracks, narrow sloops, biremes, triremes, fishing boats, fat-bellied cogs, and pirating and war ships of various sizes. He read some of the names given to the vessels by their captains. A little fishing boat that he passed was named the Sandpiper, a fitting name, he thought. The Starless, a fair sized trireme built of a dark wood lightly bumped the dock as the rat strode past, and several creatures were unloading barrel and crates from a small merchant carrack called the Drifter. He read some of the larger ship's names, the Bloodsurge, the Harbinger, and the Wavehawk. He soon passed under the shadow of one of the biggest vessels he had ever seen: The Tempest. She had a great sweeping prow and flowing black pennants snapped in the wind atop three towering masts.
He finally glimpsed the tavern between the hulking bows and breathed a sigh of relief. He quickened his pace at the thought of warmth, food and drink. His mind preoccupied, he did not notice the ship he had just passed until he came under the shadow of it's prow. Stopping, he read it's name.
The Deepmurk.
His ship.
Well, not his ship. It was really his captain's, but it would be his home on the open sea for as long as time would allow. He admired the superb carpentry of the vessel; a lustrous, deep chestnut coloured wood with a dark grain. She was a reletively new addition to the corsair fleet of the seas, as he could still detect the faint smell of freshly cut wood and resin. For some reason, this filled the rat with a certain pride. He was to be a crewbeast on the most beautiful ship (in his opinion) ever to sail the seas.
He allowed a small smile to come to his lips, and was about to start towards the tavern, when he heard gruff voices. Gazing around the docks, he noticed three corsairs sitting on a row of crates. He listened.
"Feel that? That's a devil's wind, it 'tis. Cold an' dead. I kin feel it in me bones," said a large, burly rat.
A sinewy ferret sat up, surprised.
"Devil's wind? How long 'ave ye' bin sailin' these seas for, eh?"
"I was born on the waves, mate! Bin sailin' all me life."
"Well, tis' gettin' to yer head. Devil's wind me foot!"
"Oho! What's this, eh? Gettin' cheeky, are we? I should teach ye' lesson ya won't soon ferget, mate!"
"Try it and y'll find me cutlass through yer gizzard!"
"Makin' threats, eh? Yer gonna 'ave to learn some respect fer yer elders!"
The rat leapt up and brought out two rusted daggers from a broad, dull waist sash. The ferret answered and brandished an evil looking cutlass. He charged the rat.
The other pirate, another rat who had been silent suddenly spoke up.
"Whoa there, mates! No point in fightin'! 'Sides, if'n the cap'n saw yers, she'd have yer 'heads on a bowsprit!"
The ferret spat contemptuously, and was about to reply, but he suddenly looked to where the young searat had been standing and watching.
"Who's this then?", he said nodding in the rat's direction, "Spyin' on us, were ye?", he called over.
The rat froze. The pirate who had attempted to break up the fight looked his way and spoke.
"Oh, that's the new young'un! The cap'n just took 'im on. Part o' the crew, now."
The ferret smiled evilly and grinned.
"Is he now? Haharr, fresh meat!"
The burly rat sheathed his daggers and called out.
"Ahoy there mate! Why don't ya come on over, an' we kin 'ave a nice liddle chat."
The rat gulped and slowly approached his new crewmates, hoping they wouldn't gut him alive.

Okay, so, do ya' like? Please review! Oh, concerning flames: If you have any suggestions that's great, and if you don't particularly like it, that's fine. Just don't totally run it down to the ground. Thank you!