Guess what-I don't own Golden Sun. Vwoot.
The ship's hull ground against the sandy bottom, bringing the rickety contraption to a halt. A pair of men threw a rope ladder over the side and scrambled down it to the moonlight-bathed beach. There was a mighty whisper of 'Heave!' and an anchor went sailing into the night, thunking soundly to the ground. The two men scuttled over to hit, shoveling sand onto the hunk of metal. People began to swarm down the ladder, converging in small packs on the beach and muttering among themselves.
"Awight, laydies and gents!" one of them called in a moderate volume, not wanting to shout and perhaps alert any nearby natives. "Accordin' t'Thiru, the kid we're lukkin' fer is 'round here summere."
"Thiru!" a woman yelled recklessly from the midst of one of the larger clusters, receiving a loud shushing from the first man. "Give us some details! What's this guy called? What's he look like? Are you sure he even defeated Deadbeard at all? He's just a boy, y'know!"
All eyes turned to a tall, young-looking, goateed man with dark hair and even darker eyes. "Ever since I was hit on the head with that purple jewel," he began in a smooth rumble that betrayed his middle age, "I have been able to see that which is far away. Of course I know what he's called; his name is Isaac. The one feature that marks him is the long yellow scarf he wears around his neck. I do not doubt his power and bravery. He is the One."
The man who had first spoken cracked his knuckles and grinned through the night. "Didn' Uncle Kaj tell yeh? Thiru's nevah wrong. Now light up dem lamps an' let's get sum light 'round 'ere!"
Tinderboxes were quickly opened and flint was carefully struck. Flames were applied to lantern wicks and soon pinpoints of light were blazing in the darkness. With a wave of his arm Kaj sent five people back to the ship to keep watch. Then he nodded at the drummer, Saku, to start the song.
"A Wey-ard Cor-sair is my name!"
Saku smashed his sticks down on the drum that hung from the strap around his neck in time with the words.
"I search for gold and end-less fame!"
The rest of the pirates caught swiftly onto the familiar tune, following Kaj and Saku as they marched smartly off toward the plain. With the vigor of a group of fresh adventurers they belted out the reply.
"The Wey-ard Cor-sairs are our names!"
The lanterns snaked off into the distance, leaving bright trails behind them. The pirates left behind to guard the ship leaned over the rail to watch them go.
"Theft and plun-der are our games!"
The Weyard Corsairs were off to find their rightful leader.
Yes, I do realize this chapter is infernally short. Why? Because it's a prologue, fool. Review if you dare.