Captain Hargreaves strolled down the dirt paths that led through the makeshift town, his deep blue buckled jacket flapping behind him and his pointed, feathered hat shifting as he walked. He flicked his black hair out of his eyes and brushed his hand beside his scabbard while looking around at the shocked onlookers that had gathered to stare at spectacle. His men walking behind him were gruff and mean looking, brandishing their pistols and swords all while cheering to yet another successful hunt. Hargreaves, looking down at the recently separated face of his target still bearing a look of shock, knew that while the payout from the Master would be a pittance when spread throughout the men, at least they could celebrate and know they had done the world a favor.

Hunters they were, aye, but on these high seas of gold and blood even a crew of hunters needed to make some coin. Bounties were always plentiful from an employer with money and a self righteous hatred of all things that make normal men cry in their sleep. However with larger bounties comes more coin and with more coin comes more terrifying creatures of legend.

But for now he could rest easy knowing the men have had their fill. Hargreaves smiled and made his way back to the docks that held the key to his freedom and spoils, the vessel in which he had made his mark as a feared hunter and pirate; the Westerly Wind.

Tall and intimidating, the frigate sat with unrivaled stature in the tiny bay. Twenty-eight guns adorned the massive ship, manned by a relatively small crew of seventy men all of which had seen their fair share of battle... and tragedy. The ship was fast for its size, able to catch prey that could normally outrun a vessel of similar build thanks to the many modifications Hargreaves had made over the years.

Hargreaves sat admiring his ship for a few moments as his crew began to board and resupply before he heard a voice call out from on deck.

"Hunt went well I take it?" cried out an old and white bearded man, dressed in an aged and faded naval jacket.

"Why don't you ask my new friend?" Hargreaves held up the stunned face of his fanged prey.

The old man folded his arms across his chest and raised his eyebrow inquisitively.

"I never knew you had such a taste in consorts, Captain." the old man teased, "Should I warn the men to keep their faces trimmed and smooth? Or will you be doing that yourself?".

Hargreaves' arm dropped to his side as he sneered at his smug Quartermaster. He had been by Hargreaves' side for many years, even when he was just a deckhand serving on small merchant vessels. Although back in those days Hargreaves was well below him in rank. He had always been a trustworthy and wise Quartermaster who should've been a Captain for many years by now, but he always said that he would rather teach and serve than command.

"And will you be shaving your beard as well Mr. Charles? Or would you rather tend to the actual concerns of the crew?"

Charles chuckled and stroked his beard. He then let out a sigh as the smile faded from his face. He looked down at his Captain with a far more serious look than he had had before.

"There is something I need to discuss with you I'm afraid, in private." Charles said before walking off in the direction of the Captain's cabin.

Hargreaves hurried aboard the ship, weaving through his men who were hard at work restocking their supplies. He tossed the head to one of his crew who quickly searched for a place to store it for their employer, and made his way to his cabin. He opened the door and headed inside before being greeted by the stern gazes of Charles and two of his officers, Ferris and Gaul. Their faces had an air of concern and disdain about them and for a moment Hargreaves feared that the men had intended a mutiny, but these fears were quickly replaced with cautious curiosity when Charles began to speak.

"Captain," he said, avoiding eye contact, "We've received word of a new bounty from one of the Master's contacts on this island."

He began walking slowly over to his Captain whose concern was mounting as to why a bounty was the subject of such seriousness, before holding out a folded paper no doubt containing the bounty in question.

"The reward for this bounty is ten-thousand pounds."

Hargreaves' face lit up at the prospect of such riches. He had never had such a payout from a single hunt, or even multiple hunts. No doubt it was going to be difficult and a creature worth this amount is bound to be notorious. What could possibly be worth this much? Hargreaves grabbed the letter and opened it up and suddenly, his heart sank.

On the page was a face drawn in ink, a number of twenty-thousand, and a mark next to the face bearing a symbol of the Sun. Hargreaves stared at the face on the page, a face he and his crew knew well and one that all his men despised and feared. He thought this day would come but he never thought it would come so soon, nor that it would be worth so much. Hargreaves took a sharp breath inwards and folded up the page attempting to regain his composure. He dared not look his men in the eyes and stared at the floor with his arms crossed before muttering a single word.

"Apollo?"

Charles nodded his head slowly.

"Apollo."

Let me know what you think so far. I've taken liberties to make this story separate yet fit into the world of Supernatural, so that means naturally a lot of Original Characters so I hope you don't mind. However familiar faces may make an appearance eventually.

Leave suggestions to what I should add to the story if you have any ideas!