Who We Are

[John Wildcutter]

Prologue

It was midnight. The last of the cargo was loaded onto the ships as they prepared to set sail. It was raining lightly, and it was new moon. It was as if the earth were saying "STOP!"

"May god go with you." a man shouted from the docks. At that same moment, the ships cut the ropes and began sailing out of the harbor. Cannons made from thick iron, loaded with explosives enough to send a ship to the locker in a minute. Loathsome towards enemies, a man at the meeting had said.

He was after the unfindable. And so was another person, if I should call him a person.

Private Area of Port Royal, The Next Evening

"They have departed." a man in a very fancy suit said, walking into a mansion.

"Very good, Mr. Mercer. We are going to find the unfindable." a man stood up from his chair and walked into the moonlight. It was Lord Cutler Beckettt.

Mr. Mercer bowed and left the mansion.

"These lands are the Company's!" Lord Beckett said, throwing three gold coins down onto the table before turning his chair around and letting the night go back into utter silence.