Somewhere in the Atlantic Ocean, a French cargo ship sails back home from a lucrative voyage. Within a day's journey, another flag sails in the nearing distance, quickly encroaching. Within twenty minutes, the skip ship parallels and it's sailors board. Without mercy, they take control of its valuable contents. Any resistance is met by the barrel of a gun or a cold steel blade. The captain of the offending ship barks commands as he walks amidst the deck of this merchant ship. He fashions an elegant contrast from the slopes his crew wore. Long black leather boats, black trousers ending at the knee, a leather belt marked with engrained designs and holsters for his weapons, a white poet's (pirate) shirt, long dark blue jacket beautifully embroidered with silver stitchwork. Offering the remaining merchants a final act of mercy, he gives them a choice. pledge their loyalty to the queen under their flag or die as a Frenchman. The British captain turns to walk away from the ship as his men carry out the executions. Crimson spills, spreading amidst the deck and eventually dripping into the ocean below. He climbs the stairs and takes control of his ship once more, sailing away from the soon to be shark infested waters.
In another area of the sea, a Spanish galleon ship sails. Amidst the silver-shouldered sailors, a young child darts his way over to the helm of the ship. He is dressed in black leather shoes, long white socks, short black trousers, a white cotton shirt, and an open red vest. His brown hair tosses in the wind, a curl flicks about the right side of his head. Behind the wheel, a man with an elaborately embroidered long red jacket watches over him with emerald eyes. He fashions a similar outfit to the child, a hanging cross resting against the frills of his shirt. Lovino walks up the stairs, nearly tripping on the last step. Antonio continues watching the sea, slowly releasing the wheel. "Lovino, ben aqui." Lovi walks over, standing nearly half as tall as the wheel. Antonio motions him to stand to the right and steer the ship. The child grabs the top rung, pulling down harshly and swaying the ship. Antonio stands firm, laughing as he watches his crew tumble at the drastic shift. Lovino, panicked, rushed to the other side and repeats the motions sending the crew twirling once more. Antonio holds the top of the wheel to steady the boat. He kneels to the same height of the child. "Mirame chiquito." For the better part of the day, he teaches and constructively criticizes Lovino, at the cost of his men's lunch.
Nearing the late afternoon, Romano falls asleep at the wheel during a calm tide. Antonio picks him up and lets him rest against his shoulder. Just as he was about to take Lovi into the Captain's quarters, he spotted a nearby ship tattered beyond recognition. As they drew closer, Antonio notices a French flag, an apparent merchant ship. Turning to face the wreckage, he spots another nearly ten nautical miles away. As they ventured further up the chain of disaster. Antonio takes Lovi into his quarters and tucks him in, sitting beside him. After saying a quick prayer, he gently places a kiss on the child's forehead and returns to the helm.
After a long stretch without wreckages, they come across an attack in progress. There, in the distance, is a British skip. As the galleon maintains a safe distance whilst passing them. The British captain turns his attention away from his crew's endeavor, tilting his head back a bit. Shadows of the fading daylight darken his face, his eyes glinted with sight of another possible victim. Pulling out his flint lock pistol, he points it in their general direction. A devilish grins spreads on his face, an unspoken warning. Antonio watches him through the spy glass, a distaste settling within. Catching wind on the sails, the ship travels faster. Eventually they lose sight of each other, Arthur continuing his torment as Antonio traveled in search of new lands.