It has been a week aboard the Titan. Though you were physically closer to Paris, you feel like you are more apart than you ever were.
You were staring out the window of your cabin when the alarms went off. You heard footsteps aboard the ship, men in panic, and cries of pain.
You rushed outside to see what is happening when a hand grabbed your arm.
"Paris, what is going on?" you asked him, your eyes wide in shock.
"Pirates aboard the vessel," Paris said. You must escape if things become worse.
A red stain was across his chest and you wondered whether it was his blood or from the one he has slain.
"Escape? I'm not going anywhere without you," you protested.
"Then, by all hell, I'll protect you," Paris said, maintaining a stand as a man wearing a black pirate uniform went near you.
"So, we meet again. This time as adversaries, I see," the man wearing the pirate ensemble spoke up.
He has silver-colored hair and eyes bluer than the deepest of oceans.
