Fiona's story

Tension was high as the crew looked across the sea, watching the ship slowly approaching theirs. They grip their sword, preparing for combat if the need arrives, Caroline takes a deep breath, calming her nerves before the battle begins.

"My, they seem to have spotted us~" The boy chuckled, a smile growing on his face as he put the spyglass away. "And here I thought that a sneak attack would work."

"Then there's no point waiting, fire the canons." The captain ordered, walking back into the captain's deck, and leaving his second in command to take the rails. 

"You heard the man! Fire!" The boy shouted, the crew roared in fury, and their cannons were set ablaze, a flash of fire propelled the cannonballs forward into the other ship.

Caroline gritted her teeth as she felt the weight beneath her, the ship shaking as it tried to withstand the blow.

"Men! Fire back!" She demanded, some pirates going to the cannons on their ship to deliver the same blow.

"Oh my, this is quite troublesome." The boy commented, his body leaning halfway over the rails of the quarter-deck, his antics childish in such a grim situation.

"Guess we'll have to take care of that…" he muttered, voice lowering as the boy straightened his posture. His eyes glowed ocean blue, causing the breeze to pick up ever so slightly, soon blowing to the intensity of a storm, his strands fluttered wildly in the wind, the ship's sail tearing slightly under the weight.

The boy stretched his hand forward, pointing towards the ship, one of his eyes closed as he muttered.

"Bang…" The air picked up speed, the cannon balls Caroline's crew sent his way were all blown back, the rough gust of wind cut up the boards of the ship, and the cannon balls wiped out a significant number of the crew members.

"H-huh?" Fiona murmured, wiping her eyes as she woke up to the carnage around her. Blood stained the wooden floors and the scent of smoke filled the air. The ship was lit in an orange hue aided by the fire that danced around the wooden floors and walls.

"Fiona!" She heard her father call out to her, rushing over to the aid of her and her sister.

"What's going on?! Where's mommy?" Fiona cried, an overwhelming fear taking over, it was all too much too sudden, the cries of injured men howling outside, the cries of her baby sister, the crackling flames, and the sound of a gunshot. It was getting too hard to breathe, the smoke seeping into their lungs.

"We'll get out of here ok?" Her father tried to reassure her, trying to get both of his daughters out of there. 

"And that's all I remember, from that day…" Fiona mentioned, sitting on the sand with Elijah, "Well… all that my father told me."

"He said that my mother died in that fight— but–"

"You think she's alive…." Elijah commented, looking her in the eyes for confirmation, she slowly nodded to his words, turning back to the sea. 

"So yeah, I know what it's like to lose someone."

"Honestly-" Elijah groaned, leaning back against the sand, his gaze facing the sun.

"I never heard of pirates with powers before…" There was a sober look on his face, an emotion Fiona couldn't quite read.

"I know, I know, there's no way you believe it–" She sighed,

"Oh no- I believe it alright!" The boy got up from the sand, dusting himself off as his gaze remained glued to the golden hour sea.

"Now I'm even more excited to go out to sea! Ha!" He stopped for a minute, a soft sigh as he realized he was getting ahead of himself.

"After I return home, of course, my mom must be worried, and who knows, maybe dad's there too! I have faith that he must be there."

"Say–" Fiona looked up at him, a confused look in her eye.

"Where do you live anyway?"

"Huh? Me? Rockgrove Island."

"That's— so far away…" Fiona muttered.

"Really? Is it that far?"

"That's almost on the other side of the map–" 

Elijah took a minute, a soft smile crossing his face. The wind blew through his hair softly. "Well, that's nothing but an obstacle."

He turned to Fiona, his hand stretched out towards her.

"In the meantime, would you tell me more of your stories? I'd love to hear them."

Fiona looked up at him for a moment, a soft sigh escaping her lips.

"Sure."