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The ocean was angry and mercilessly whipped the big pirate ship that stoic resisted the ravages of nature, in the higher mast the young watcher was smiling as if the ferocity of the sea and the storm with powerful winds were his true home, the drops beat his face but refused to close his eyes watching the scenario that for anyone would be scary, anyone who has not spent his entire life in those waters, to Darren was a wonderful sight especially the part where the ship leaves the storm and the calm sea beside the blue sky that stretches into infinity welcomes him with open arms.

The crew tried to say something but he couldn't hear them, he saw their lips moving but didn't hear any sound, swiftly descended the mast to where everyone were and then a thud, the carriage which transported him step over a bump that made it jump while taking out the young pirate from his wonderful dream to bring him to the horrible reality, had been weeks since he was captured in Port Dulton and for what could hear they were carrying him to a place called Grismor who knows what, The important thing is that was miles away from the sea and all he could see through the small openings that had the box with wheels was land and more land eventually lost the will to look out, he kept eating to keep his forces since to the first chance he had planned to flee.

The chance came but not in the way he expect, from inside the box could hear screams of terror, he was familiar with those but never had heard so many, one of his mothers speak him about monsters that roamed the earth and Darren wondered what kind of monstrosity could create so many screams, the carriage stopped suddenly and he peeked and what he saw was full of disgust scenes where humans attacked to each other, even women and children with tooth and nails "These things don't happen at sea", something seemed strange, a small crowd gathered around the carriage and started hitting it the two guards quickly fell victim of the crowd that was the chance he was waiting.

During the weeks he carefully look for the weakest area of ​​his cage and took care to weaken more and more in the course of time, the shackles that had in his hands served him for that purpose, using what you have on hand is the lifestyle of the pirates, thanked the seas that didn't had shackled on his legs while with his hands he smashed the weakened wood, climbed to the roof of the carriage and discovered that something was definitely wrong, everyone attacking each other and the small crowd around the carriage that was still trying to destroy don't seemed human anymore, Darren was officially terrified even the most outlandish of the stories he heard had something like this, all he knew was that had to get out of here, with a big jump landed on the hostile soil, he was barefoot, unarmed, had a plain pants and a shirt and also had shackled his hands and if that wasn't enough the small crowd noticed his escape and began chasing him.

Ran with all his forces to the south, his feet were bleeding and now his prisoner outfit had blood stains, a couple of those things crossed his path but at least thanks to the shackles he could smash their the skulls of a blow, something he realized was that they weren't the most intelligent bunch so he lost them in a relatively easily way, hiding in one of those werids thing that are attached to the floor only that instead of a ship, he kept avoid them and when he reached a place with many trees the young man was unable to contain the cry "What the hell's going on here!?".