How long had he been sailing? Not that it mattered, of course. He was a captain. Of his ship.<br/>True, his ship was rather small and had no cannons nor crew, but that didn't matter as long as he was a captain like his father.<br/><br/>All right, so I suppose when your ship is a sea turtle shell with the turtle removed and a pole with someone's underwear as a flag, your not much of a captain. Anyway, that didn't matter, all that mattered is is that he was a captain like his father, and that he was going to find the Pearl of Atlantis---<br/><br/>His train of thought was interrupted by a Seagull that landed on the bow of his ship. However, this was no ordinary Seagull... this was the<span style="font-style: italic">exact same seagull</span>that had been stalking him for<span style="font-style: italic">three entire days,</span>and today was probably going to be a repeat of events.<br/><br/>He glared at the Seagull, who returned the glare, just much more maliciously. Then it happened; he  heard the caws of the rest of his allies. The Seagull flew off and he looked to the sky, the shadow overwhelming his ship and the surrounding embodiment of water... then they launched their cannons.<br/><br/>After the bombardment, they left, satisfied with their work. The scars of battle were evident; his poor ship would need to be washed. The only thing that had saved himself from this vicious attack was his hat. He sighed and put his hat in the water to clean it for what felt like the 42nd time in these 3 days... those seagulls do not relent.<br/><br/>However, upon putting his wet hat on his head once more, he noticed where he had ended up... in the middle of what looked like a battle just waiting to happen. It was all three ships, belonging to the most infamous pirates of the seven sea's (and Ned), and he'd just sailed into the smack middle of it. "Bugger." Was all he had to say.