Chapter One

The Captain's height was rather daunting, and he was obviously aware of this as he used it to his advantage, looming over all those around him, standing out as the one in charge. His hair was surprising well kept, his curls bouncing off his forehead in an almost innocent manner. He wore no hat, but he did hold one in his hand.

His clothes were also in good nick. His white flowly 'typical pirate' shirt only added to his grace. The pistols on either side of his hips, however, had the same effect as his height.

John was torn between being in awe of his grace and being terrified of his power.

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