(http://img15.imageshack.us/img15/2479/ninjapirate.jpg)<br/><br/>He stood there, high upon the mast. His face searching the never ending ocean. Rarely did anyone see him out in the open at this time of the day, for he was usually never found unless called upon by the captain. No one, not even the Captain, knew of his history, of his experience, of his skill. He happened to be at the right place at the right time to pick up the opportunity to join her crew. Aside from that, he kept to himself, kept from everyone, and was only seen amongst the crew when summoned.<br/><br/>He only responded to the captains call, for no one else dared ask him for help or a hand. Where they afraid of his anonymity? No one would pitch in their thoughts or reasons, but they knew enough to leave him alone.<br/><br/>Drakkan stood there, his clothes rippling as a slow wind rocked the boat back and worth, the waves crashing lightly against the underside of it. He swayed back and forth, one hand gripping the line. One eye always searching...<br/>