Dusk came sooner than expected, the last of the sun's rays cosseted behind soft grey clouds. The sandy streets of Pirate cove took on the look of an old photograph, every familiar thing a shade of grey. Slowly the view faded to blackness and the night began, slowly letting the stars in the sky shine. The sound of waves hitting the sea boulders as well as the birds chirping radiated a soothing effect to everyone on the island.
Right at the moment, Michael stood on the docks looking at the sun disappearing into the horizon. He felt peaceful as the time flew by without his notice. Soon when the light of the sun completely vanished, a merchant ship sailed towards him to dock at the docks.
"Hop in" After the ship stopped, Michael saw a 7ft gigantic man throw him a plank to get on board the ship. The moment he stepped on the upper deck, he noticed a handful of crew running around the deck.
