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Kinkaid opened his eyes and looked up at the sun. Scoffing, he put an arm over his eyes to shade them from the rays of the sun. He had been marooned out at sea for about three days- least that's how many times he had greeted the sun in the same fashion. He heard his stomach growl and he made a disapproving noise in hopes of shooing his hunger away. He sat up and first stared out at the vast sea surrounding him and then down at his pistol.

"Ugh, how much longer can this keep up? Thank the kind Lord these waters have been fair..."

Kinkaid sighed. Everything seemed utterly hopeless; he was going to die out here and his skin was to become a tight leather- jerky for all the creatures of the sea. No sooner had he plotted his own cruel demise did he begin to feel the familiar drops of rain water land upon his shoulders.

"Well, Christ deceives me again. Bloody 'ell..." He picked up his pistol and shut his golden eyes tight. Ever since he had been marooned, he had countlessly picked up the pistol and put it up to his temple for trivial reasons but now- now seemed for certain that he was going to die. Better a bullet to the brains than drown in these black waters. Here goes nothin'... He swallowed hard and his finger shook against the trigger. The boat began to sway and at first he thought it may have been the wind, but the way the boat moved did not seem evidence of that. He opened his golden eyes and saw, not too far away, what seemed to be a large, beauty of a ship. He blinked and rubbed his eyes to make sure he was not hallucinating, repeated this a second time and assured himself that this was all quite real.
"Unbelievable!" He stood up and hooted, was about to jump in rapture, but felt that the boat was going to give way and stopped himself. He squatted down and reached under the rowing seats, grabbing the handles of two axes. The previous crew he had been with left them there to mock him. After all, what were the chances of another ship coming through the very same waters? Here she came for him.

Waiting patiently, the ship soon came close enough for him to be able to swim to. He shoved the axes and his pistol into his leather belt and dove into the cold water.

Coming up to the hull of the ship, he pulled out the axes again and struck one into the lumber and then another, eventually pulling himself up out of the water. Over and over he did this, nearly falling off, wanting to give up, and so on and so forth in the process. But he made it- to the railing of the ship. Panting heavily and soaked from sea and rain, he swung himself over the railing, his boots making a resounding thud upon the planks. Then reality hit him. Of course he had known this ship was going to be full of pirates, but what he did not think of (for he had been too excited to think on the side of rationality) the fact that these pirates may not welcome him here or the fact that they could have killed him before his boots had touched the wood. He smirked, shaking off these thoughts. Clearing his throat and cupping his hands over his mouth, he shouted openly, "Allo! My name is Kinkaid! May I speak to the captain!" He waited for an answer...hopefully it would not be a bullet so soon.