Warning: I have no idea what the ranks of a pirate are, so I ain't using most of them. Nor do I know much pirate talk. This is my first shot at a story like this, so I am open to suggestions and whatnot.
Chapter one: At Sea Again Part One
Iggy POV
"Take care of her. I'll be back when I can," I whispered to my wife. I squeezed her waist, kissed my daughter's forehead, and walked away to board the ship.
My name is Iggy Walker. I have strawberry blond hair and pale blue eyes. I'm the younger-by-one-year brother of the honorable (yeah right) Captain Nick Walker of the SS Walker. Don't let the names fool ya: we're the most feared pirates of the 7 seas. Black Beard ain't got nothing on us.
"Iggy, just the pyro I've been looking for!" I looked up and saw Gazzy Teror sliding down the lookout pole to me.
"What's up, Gaz?"
"We got a new one." I looked to where he was pointing and saw a model-looking blond guy strutting up the walk.
"Who is he?"
"Dylan Gunther-Hagen. Word has it he doesn't want to be a doctor like his father."
"So he chooses the life of a pirate? Is he dumb? Being a pirate takes bravery, loyalty, wits."
"And the ability to withstand a small attack," a voice finished above us. By instinct, I ducked my head to avoid a haircut. Sure enough, Captain Nick's sword hit air and he landed on his feet nearby. "Oh you're no fun."
"I happen to like my hair, thank you very much." He grinned, re-sheathing his sword.
"You boys ready to hit the seas?!" His question was met by a series of 'ayes'. "That's good! Because the next time we're on land, we'll be conquering yet another island!" Que cheers and whistles. My turn.
"What you scallywags waiting for?! Hoist the anchor! We got ourselves a five month journey ahead of us!" My brother and I watched as the crew lowered the sails of the ship. "You think somebody already has control over the island?"
"Who cares? That place is as good as ours right now. Gold, silver, fertile land. All ours for the taking. And nobody's gonna change that."