All ashore that's going ashore

the sound of metal hitting soil shook me out of my stupor. My father was once again tilling the family land. I was once again looking out of the window, contemplating on whether I should or shouldn't leave.

"Hard decisions will make a mind wander, my Father used to say."I turned my head to the right and saw my mother folding today's laundry. "But if being a sailor is what you want then" she paused to look at me. "We can hardly do anything to stop you can we?" Mother held those peculiar gaze filled with longing for her son, for me to stay. She fixed her gaze towards the blanket she was trying to fold having noticed me see her face, her way of trying to hide that she was against my decision. "Now go, before you miss your chance."

I sighed and made my way to the door. I paused for a second, my mind coming up with another reason for me to stop. No. This isn't the time for indecisiveness. I grit my teeth and opened the door and made my way to where father tilled our land.

Father will be angered by my decisions, I'm sure. He'll stop me, he'll probably try to break my legs to stop me from going. After all being a sailor and leaving the family and working for the navy, it's hardly ideal for the farm I understand. Alas, I bear an insatiable curiosity and hunger for adventure, something I can't find stuck here as a farmer. Surely, father will understand, after all he too was once a young lad like me who desired adventure and excitement. Hopefully father agrees, else I'll have to go without his permission. After all, today's the day my friend's older brother's ship leaves the docks. I can't miss my only chance.

-thedickonlymakestrapsbetter-

I hear approaching footsteps beside me. I glanced towards my left and saw my son, Jaune, standing there. He seemed bothered. "what is it son?" I asked him and resumed to tilling my land. "Daddy dearest, oh great father, the all true man of manliness-"

"Flatterin' this old man'll get ya no where, son. Well, what is it? Did ya break somethin' again?" I huffed, as I swung my hoe downward. "I-I want to be a captain of my own ship and there's nothin' you can do t-to stop me!" I raised an eyebrow at his sudden outburst, the hoe I held up with my hands stood rigid midst the air. I fixed the broad blade down the ground and leaned down towards my son. "So, a captain, aye? what made ye want to be a captain?"

He fidgeted beneath the older man's questioning gaze. He was about to answer when the older man cut him off. "Forget it, yer old 'nuff to make a decision of yer own." He turned around and held his hoe aloft and swung it down the ground. "Just remember to say goodbye to yer mum and yer sisters." I stood their, shocked. "Well, what are ye waitin' fer? Go, before ye get left behind!"

My legs started to move without me realizing it. The past 10 minutes was a blur to me, from the moment I went inside the house to get my luggage to the moment I walked the gangplank and finally took a step inside the Vanguard, till I remembered something. One must always ask permission to board a ship lest they get thrown overboard. And so, with a big gulp of air I shouted. "P-PERMISSION TO COME ABOARD, CAPTAIN?!"

My life filled with adventure shall begin.

-nothedickdoesntmakeitbetterthatsjustfuckinggay-

A little prologue to start our swashbuckling story of blood and gold, of plundering and pillaging, of raping and looting, of drinking and yo ho-ing, of -this story probably wont contain the last three.

This is my first story so please criticize it and point how i can make it better.