Prologue:
The storm raged. Thunder cracked, and the ocean was lit up momentarily with lightning, only to be once again plunged into darkness. Wind whipped across the ocean, sending gigantic waves crashing against the ship, its salty spray blinding to those on board. The ship rose and fell over the waves with alarming speed and ferocity, and the masts groaned with strain. The Captain glanced down at his arm, a gleaming silver metal, once again outlined by lightning. Captain Gavin, nicknamed 'Metal Muscles' by his crew was a largely built man, and was renowned not only for his sheer strength but also his calm discipline shown in all situations. His straggly black hair blew wildly in the storm, and his shouted commands were all but lost in the howling wind and rolling thunder. This was far from his first storm during a sea voyage, being a seasoned sailor, but it was definitely the worst. The skipper of the ship and Gavin's closest friend, Ricky, yelled over the thunder and the gale force wind.
"Captain, the second mast has broken are we're taking water!"
"Start bailing then," he bellowed "we're heading hard to port to find land!"
A blinding flash was followed by a deafening crack, and a slight sizzling as the final mast was struck. The ship erupted with chaos as the fire spread.
"Land Ho!" the lookout shouted before he scrambled down the ladder.
Captain Gavin shook his head in dismay, swearing under his breath.
"Abandon ship!" he yelled, before plunging into the murky, freezing water below. "Why does this always happen to me?" he muttered to no-one in particular. Sighing, he struggled through the turbulent sea for almost an hour before he passed out from exhaustion, and succumbed to the darkness. The last thing that Gavin heard was a menacing laugh, echoing through the endless sea.