Chapter 1: East Blue
As the flag was cut from its pole atop the mast, the deckhands all turned their heads upward, then back toward the land to see who through the knife. While their heads were turned, the man who threw the knife to cut the flag free vanished, appearing on the ship’s deck without being noticed.
"Kusoooo!" roared what looked like the captain, taking to the helm. He wore a red long coat, gold trim down the front and at the wrists, white embroidery decorating the collar, and firm yellow epaulets at the shoulder. He wore a tricorn hat now that the flag had been raised, a plume of flack feather sticking out of one side. He wore a neatly trimmed, pitch black beard without the mustache. His face was a worried grimace. "I think it was him, men! He must have done it from the shadows!"
"What shadows, sir? It’s midday...," said a deckhand, who shrank back, instantly regretting the comment.
"I DON’T BLOODY KNOW!" the captain snapped. "But they bloody call him the Shadow. Where else could he be?"
The ship was at the docks now, and the men moved to prepare another cannon blast!