Samuel Eaton was a very attentive three-year-old. Even at his young age he picked up on a lot. He could tell that his grandparents were very well respected and to him they were as powerful as Lady Ianite herself. His parents doted on him left and right, constantly commenting on how he would surely follow in his grandfathers footsteps and be one of the best pirates on the island. Despite all of this, he never felt particularly attached to anyone in his family. Of course, he would love them, they were his family after all, but even as a toddler he felt restless at home.

That is, until his parents made a startling announcement. He was going to have a little sister. This concept of another human being in the family, one they couldn't show him yet, intrigued his young mind. The other young children his age all had older or younger siblings, but Samuel had spent his first three years being an only child. The preparation for a new baby was surprising too. So many things changed about the way that he had lived. He waited months and months for his parents to let him see this "sister" of his, not fully understanding the concept of babies since he was so young.

And finally, one day, shortly after he had turned four, he got to see her. His father carried him into the tiny hospital which, due to the fact that the island wasn't all that huge and didn't have many inhabitants who weren't out at sea, was really nothing more than a large house modified into a medical facility. The day would stick with Samuel for years to come, as the day he found the family member who meant everything to him. Samuel stood at his mother's bedside, staring curiously at the blanket-wrapped bundle in her arms. His father lifted him up onto the bed and he leaned over to stare at his younger sibling.

The baby was tiny and odd-looking, in Samuel's opinion, but he felt a surge of protectiveness rush through him. This was his little sister, a friend to play with one day and a sibling to share the ups and downs with. Samuel liked his new little sister.

"Sammy, say hello to your new sister. Her name is Allis." His mother's exhausted voice broke the peaceful silence.

Samuel gazed down at Allis for a long time, his small amber-y brown eyes fixed on hers. Then a smile broke across his round face and he reached out to fix the blanket that wasn't wrapped around her quite right.

"Hi, Allis. Were gon' be the bes pirates in Ianarah." He tiny mouth struggled on a few words, but his family understood.

Allis's birth marked a sad day, as the day that Ianarea lost two of it's greatest pirates, but it also marked the start of a new era. With two small children that shared the same blood as the Senior Eatons, everyone on the island rejoiced in the new additions and prayed to Lady Ianite that they grew to make their grandparents proud.

-3 years later-

Tiny Allis tottered around near the waters edge, her six, almost seven, year old brother following after dutifully. He was a perfect example of what every big brother should be; He played with Allis whenever he could, took her to the beach to teach her to swim, and told stories of a pirates life to introduce her to their culture. They had spent the day crafting little, hand-sized boats and testing them out in the sea, and now that the sun was setting they were chasing crabs around the shallows.

As Allis ran about the sand and waves, Samuel couldn't help but notice the stares burning at them from further up the shore. He glanced to the side casually and succeeded in catching them mid-turn out of the corner of his eye. He knew why they were staring and it wasn't because of him. Angry thoughts plagued Samuel's mind as he turned away and focused on watching his sister again.

With the sinking of their grandparents ship and the swarm of storms that seemed to inhabit that region now, they had gotten less food imported to the island. By no means were they starving, but the people of Ianarea had long since grown accustomed to the variety of exotic foods that the pirates brought home, instead of their home grown breads and fruits. As falsely superstitious as most pirates are, they found blame in Samuel's tiny sister. A bad omen, they called her. As if it was her fault that their grandparents ship had sunk.

It hurt him to think about it too much. His sister was still so young and innocent, she had no idea about the looks being thrown so unfairly at her. It hurt Samuel even more to realize that she wouldn't stay that way for long, she was as intelligent as he had been when he was that young and it was only a matter of time before she realized that not everyone was as fond of her as he was. Even their own parents had fallen into the trap of believing the superstitions. More than once Samuel had overheard them cursing her name at a bit of bad luck or a rough day at sea.

"It's not their fault, Samuel."

He jumped at the sudden voice, spinning around with a gasp. A faded figure stood in front of him and he had to blink several times to make sure he was really seeing her.

"L-lady Ianite?" He asked, his voice so quiet that even he could barely hear it.

"I am here, and before you ask, only you can see me right now."

With breaths coming quick and shallow, Samuel struggled to think of what he should do. He could scarcely believe his eyes, why would Lady Ianite come to him of all people? Shouldn't she be visiting the islands priest instead of a random six-year-old child?

"Are you lost, my lady?"

"No, my child. I have come to see you, because you need me. Like I said before, it is not your parents fault." The goddess' laughter sounded like bells chiming.

"It's not fair, though! Allis hasn't done anything, but everyone judges her just because of what they called her. Capsize." He spat the last word angrily.

"She will learn to live with that name and they will learn that her name does not define her, her actions will speak louder than their words."

Samuel could feel himself tearing up and he grit his teeth, "Promise?"

"I promise."

He felt a calming peace wash over him and he turned to look at his sister, who was now trying her best to block one of the crabs off from his home. When he looked back Lady Ianite had disappeared and for a moment he wondered if he had imagined the whole encounter. Then he heard her soft voice ring through the darkening sky, with something that only he could hear;

"Tell the tale, the ocean waves
Of a stormy sea a pirate braves
Brother strong shall restore
The idol of a fallen shore."

AN: The poem above was written by Enderdeath731, go tell her how amazing her writing is! Anyway, I'm not as happy with the beginning of this chapter, but the end is pretty good. I like the next two chapters better, so let's hope the story picks up well from there. Just one more day until I'm off for Winter Break, woo! I've been feeling better with the whole anxiety thing too, so hopefully I'll get some more writing done today too.

And just for the heck of it, why don't I engage my audience a bit with this story? I think I'll leave a question at the end of each chapter. Today's Question; Who's your favorite of the Mianite pirates? (I'm sure you can all guess who mine is xD)