Hey guys!

   So, I'm kinda new to Wattpad, the only thing I've ever really done is read stories from my iPad, and I've wanted to comment on SO MANY Kavi stories, but something wierd's like, happening and it wont let me comment... I only have access to an actual computer with Internet on the weekends so, thats when updates are going to come out on, but I'll actually be writting throughout the week, so that they're all ready by weekends. But enough broing stuff. I wrote this story as an English project. It's really short, and I'm not too happy about how it turned out but... I'll upload the first part now, and, If you guys like it, I'll upload the rest next weekend probably. Maybe sooner! (I also need to do something about my profile pic... the cow isnt really working for me... XD) But enough rambling, here's the First Part. Enjoy!

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          Avi stood on the bow of his ship, looking out at the horizon. Empty. He felt a reverence for it, as he too, was empty inside, he has been, ever since, she left. As the wind blew through his hair, blowing it back into a fray, he could still see her smile, still hear her laugh, still feel her touch. And he knew it was gone, all gone. It was his fault, all of it, and he knew it very well. Gone. The word echoed through his head and chest, filling the empty gap that once held his heart, once held his feelings, once held his happiness. And he was happy, for once. She made it all go away. The pain, torment, emotional scarring, she became the only relief he had from his past. But then, as he always does, he got scared. Not scared of death or blood or violence, no good pirate was afraid of any of those. But afraid of the future, and the past, and that they would collide and repeat, and he would again face the torment and the cuts would bleed again, and he would find no relief, because his medicine would become his pain. But what Avriel Kaplan didn’t know, was the moment he became scared, the moment he remembered and forgot his past, would become the moment, he would receive the greatest and longest pain, losing her.

            Her, she, lady, He still could not bear to say her name, to let it ring though his mind and cut deeper into the existing wounds. Being afraid was what got him into this, it won’t get him out. But what did he care, it was done, she was gone, and he was lost with out her to guide him. He and his crew, his brothers, his men that stood beside him every step of the way and would die for him without hesitation, they could only do one thing now, the thing that set their bounty, the thing that made those bearing the title “Pirates” so feared, so intimidating and so hated, they would kill, and pillage, and take and enjoy every moment of it. He began to remember the faces, the wives, the ships of those who died at his hand, his blade, his gun, his fear… She came back to him. Of course he did, what else was he to think of as he gazed at the empty, wait, not so empty horizon. For there, slicing through the line that kept the angels of heaven and demons of hell apart… was a ship.

         Avi’s second nature kicked in, his muscle memory began doing what it was made to do. “VASSAL, CUTTIN’ THROUGH THE HORIZON” he spouted in his Irish brogue. The ship and her men came alive, running and climbing and shouting commands and curses. Avi himself turned on his heels and headed back up the starboard side, black leather coat tails flapping in the West-Indie wind, and climbed back onto the quarter deck, where perched on the helm, was his trusted friend, first-mate and brother, Kevin Olusola. Yes, they weren’t bound by blood, but Kevin was Avi’s brother undoubtedly. He was better than the corrupt siblings of the British and Spanish nobility, and more loyal than the backstabbing peasants of France. He was a slave on a sugar plantation in Kingston, but now, ever since it was pillaged by Avi’s crew, he has been by Avi’s side, and then some.  Avi, and every other man (and the ships dog, Jack, cutest bugger on these seas) paid him the same respect they would the captain, no matter the color of his skin. This is why Kevin stayed, before the crew came along, he kept thinking, “Where on this earth can I go with this skin, and feel at peace?” Well, he got his wish. 

             Kevin’s eyes were locked on the black blotch on the horizon, whilst Avi’s eyes looked below, at his crew, his brothers. Before he could feel at all touched or happy at his small piracy empire, the hatches below swung open, and none other than noble Mitch Grassi, who wanted to sail with Avi after his own whaling company fell through by Avi and his crew, burst out from below in his nightwear. He turned to Avi on the quarterdeck, who was himself trying to hold back laughter, and began his rant. “AVRIEL KAPLAN, WHAT THE BLOODY ‘ELL IS GOING ON, I NEED REST, AND WITH LEATHER BOOTS BANGING ON THE SPACE ABOVE MY BUNK EVERY FIVE BLOODY SECONDS, EVEN A WINK IS HARD TO MANAGE!” Avi turned to Kevin, who was snickering like the madman he is and back to Mitch. “My apologies your lordship, but ye see, the men are a bit rowdy if they haven’t tasted blood in a while, perhaps you’d like to volunteer to quench their thirst?” Mitch’s mad face went blank, and he thought for a moment what to say. “Just keep the yelling of the about to die to a minimum please” and with that, he turned around, and walked below with out another word. “You’d think he’d forget his pampered nature, now that he’s on a working, killing ship and among a working, killing crew, but no… Spoiled to the end…” Kevin said, very annoyed at the display of neediness put on by everyone’s not so good friend, Mr. Mitch Grassi.

             As the ship got closer, within spyglass range, Avi took out his spyglass and examined their prey. “A fat one” he said, “Looks like some guns, nothing we cant handle though.” He said, with confidence in his voice and willingness in his bones. He needed this he thought, to take his mind off you-know-who. Maybe the blood will wash away the pain, (a little rum seemed to often do the trick as well). So, as they got even close on the ship’s tail, Avi went below, to take stock, get his equipment together and, think. Avi knew very well what he would think about. Her, Kirstie. Finally, in the silence and loneliness of his quarters, he finally mustered up the courage to think her name. Kirstie. Kirstin Maldonado, son of Lord Taylor Maldonado, the Spanish-English nobleman. She was more than beautiful, she was, a word beyond Avi’s own intelligence, a word only the richest and kindest nobles could call her. Not a ship rat like Avi. Why she loved him in the first place, Avi couldn’t say, but why Avi himself loved her was obvious to any soul laid eyes on her. Her face was a perfect curve that ran along side her perfect cheeks. Her eyes, a brown deeper than the sea herself. Her smoke black hair, ran down to her shoulders and surrounded her perfect smile, perfect couldn’t even begin to describe Lady Kirstin Taylor Maldonado.

            Avi smirked, thinking of the narcissism of her father, putting his first name as her second. Avi’s smirk, a smirk that went down in legend, it brought women to their knees, a smirk Avi never paid much mind to. In fact, he cared about his smirk about as much a he cared about the women who begged for him. Wenches the plenty of them, they were the only ones who stopped to look at Avi, when he lay homeless in the street, passed by hundreds who dismissed him as trash. The only reason he drew Kirstie’s attention, is because he got in a bit of a scuffle with some men, and Lady Kirstie, with her father’s large reputation and her golden looks, came to rescue poor old Avi. She took him home, cleaned him up, and she comforted him when he had never had any at all, and so began the long relationship of Kirstie and Avi. Until it that night, the worst and most miserable night of Avi’s life, when he drove her away. It was the Snakewood inn. Her father had decided to expand his business to the new world, and what better advertising for aspiring, young nobles in the West-Indies than his beautiful daughter? Avi and her were in their room, and- A pound on his door snapped him out of his thoughts. “CAPTAIN, SHE’S NEAR” He heard Kevin call, “I’LL BE A MINUTE” Avi replied, he grabbed his cutlasses, flintlocks and other boarding equipment and headed above.