Hi guys!

This is my first ever attempt at a story, so I hope you like it. Usually I only read, but I have been having this voice in my head that keeps saying that I should give it a go and see if anyone might actually care for it. So, tell me what you think, yeah? Oh, and flames will be used to roast marshmallows and hot dogs. So, give me constructive criticism, compliments, or nothing at all.

Oh, and I don't have a beta reader, so if anyone wants to give me a hand, it would be awesome. So, message me if interested in helping me out with this story? Pretty please?

Oh, and unfortunately, the nummy couple and company do not belong to me…Makes me cry sometimes.

The themes are kind of tough too…. rape, slavery, violence, lemons… the works. And yes, I know, the characters are going to be a bit OC. Get over it, it's my frigging story.

It really was a beautiful, early summer day.

It was comfortably warm, with a bright smiling sun and just a few wispy clouds adorning the endless blue sky. A gentle wind stirred the leaves outside the open window, bringing with it the briny, fresh scent of the sparkling ocean. The sea itself was just as beautiful as it always was, even from this distance, and it was full of the promise of freedom and adventure, stretching on to the unseen horizons. Faint echoes of music and laughter could be heard from the distant tents, buildings, and ships that marked the town that surrounded the pier and market.

It was a day that any normal teenager in their right mind would be busy taking advantage of. Running around. Climbing trees. Fighting, hunting, stealing. Wreaking havoc in general.

If only I was a normal teenager.

Ace sighed, gazing longingly at the world outside with wistful quicksilver eyes. Instead running around the distant town like he desperately wished he was, he was here. Like he always had been and always would be. But that was just the way things were when you were born in his circumstances. You know. Slavery was a real pain in the ass. It was a typical story really. At least it was when it came to a place like this.

Yeah, a place like this. A place where men and women would often come to escape for a time and indulge in themselves. A place where they paid the Keeper to spend a few scant hours doing whatever it is they wished to do to whoever they wished to do it to. There weren't really any rules to be followed except to leave the slaves alive and treatable, and of course to pay what was due.

It was a life Ace had been forced to live for as long as he could remember. And he would likely continue to live it from the confines of the compound until he was either dead or he was sold. Either could happen at any moment, really, and he would have no say in whatever happened. That was just another facet of his cursed fate.

He closed his eyes and sighed again before turning back to the little room – more of a cupboard, really – that he called his quarters. The whole of the floor was taken up by the mat that was his bed and the black silk robe he was to wear when he was called upon was hanging limply on the door. The window itself was small, barely two hands across and just and tall, set squarely in the middle of the wall. No decoration adorned the whitewashed room. He knew better than to allow the Keeper and his minions to see such things. The few bits of color and life he called his were all carefully stored away in a nook in one of the ceiling beams, away from any prying eyes. A colorful leaf, or a shining stone. A silky feather or an odd knot of tree roots that he had cut out of the back garden one day. One of the patrons had even left behind a cracked piece of seashell once, likely dislodged from his muddy boots when he had thrown them aside as he advanced. But those little baubles, beautiful and pure as they were, wasn't what really held the youth's heart. No, what he loved the most was the worn photograph of a stunning young woman with wavy auburn hair and a face full of golden freckles wearing an ivy green robe, closely held by a man with a shaggy black mane and laughing silver eyes. It didn't take a genius to know who they were. At least not in regards to him. His parents. The slave girl and the pirate.

I don't even know their names… he whispered in the silence of his mind. I wish… I wish I knew who they were. Who I am. Of course, he knew that was an impossible wish. His mother was dead and his father… he was just another nameless patron from long ago. It was easy to guess the man was a pirate, as that was the profession of most of the people that frequented this place. And he already knew his mother was a slave; after all, this had been her room, and the robe was obvious enough.

Either way, they were gone, and he was left to live out the life Fate had sentenced him too the moment he was born.

With a final longing glance at the open window, Ace curled up on his mat tugging the ratty blanket across his naked form for some semblance of comfort. It was already midafternoon, so it would be best if he managed to get a bit of sleep before the usual night rush began. After all, he was to be on the roster again. And that always meant he would be busy.

So, what do you think? Don't worry, more stuff will happen soon! Next chapter will introduce everyone's favorite fire turkey and maybe more. Reviews will help me get on it faster, so tell me! Pretty please with smexy man smut on top? ;P